he stood it up and again felt a small chill go through him as he brushed the dirt from the inscription : hubert barclay marsten october 6 , 1889 august 12 , 1939 the angel of death who holdeth the bronze lamp beyond the golden door hath taken thee into dark waters and below that , almost obliterated by thirty-six seasons of freeze and thaw : god grant he lie still still vaguely troubled and still not knowing why , mike ryerson went back into the woods to sit by the brook and eat his lunch .