?One Sunday afternoon, the usual call was made for our ramble in the fields. Word was sent to the callers that their old companion was not going to join them. I heard from an upper room, not without a certain amount of tremour, their exclamations of surprise. They wandered off into the fields in one direction; I, with a new companion, wandered off into the fields in another. My new companion was Young?s "Night Thoughts". The old companions were never joined again.?