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It is hopeless to go on , and , I begin to fear , hopeless to go back . Will it never rain again ? `` Afternoon . -- My servant Hawker , one of the convicts assigned to me by Government , died to-day at noon . I had got fond of this man , as the most patient and the bravest , where all have been so patient and so brave . He was a very silent and reserved man , and had never complained , so that I was deeply shocked on his sending for me at dinner-time , to find that he was dying . `` He asked me not to deceive him , but to tell him if there was any truth in what the gaol-chaplain had said , about there being another life after death .