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The old man smiled。
〃Her name is Truth。 He who has once seen her never rests again。 Till death he desires her。〃
And the hunter cried：
〃Oh； tell me where I may find her。〃
But the old man said：
〃You have not suffered enough；〃 and went。
Then the hunter took from his breast the shuttle of Imagination； and wound on it the thread of his Wishes； and all night he sat and wove a net。
In the morning he spread the golden net upon the ground； and into it he threw a few grains of credulity； which his father had left him； and which he kept in his breast…pocket。 They were like white puff…balls； and when you trod on them a brown dust flew out。 Then he sat by to see what would happen。 The first that came into the net was a snow…white bird； with dove's eyes； and he sang a beautiful song〃A human…God！ a human…God！ a human…God！〃 it sang。 The second that came was black and mystical； with dark； lovely eyes； that looked into the depths of your soul； and he sang only this〃Immortality！〃
And the hunter took them both in his arms； for he said
〃They are surely of the beautiful family of Truth。〃
Then came another； green and gold； who sang in a shrill voice； like one crying in the marketplace；〃Reward after Death！ Reward after Death！〃
And he said
〃You are not so fair； but you are fair too；〃 and he took it。
And others came； brightly coloured； singing pleasant songs； till all the grains were finished。 And the hunter gathered all his birds together； and built a strong iron cage called a new creed； and put all his birds in it。
Then the people came about dancing and singing。
〃Oh； happy hunter！〃 they cried。 〃Oh； wonderful man！ Oh； delightful birds！ Oh； lovely songs！〃
No one asked where the birds had come from； nor how they had been caught； but they danced and sang before them。 And the hunter too was glad； for he said：
〃Surely Truth is among them。 In time she will moult her feathers； and I shall see her snow…white form。〃
But the time passed； and the people sang and danced； but the hunter's heart grew heavy。 He crept alone； as of old； to weep； the terrible desire had awakened again in his breast。 One day； as he sat alone weeping； it chanced that Wisdom met him。 He told the old man what he had done。
And Wisdom smiled sadly。
〃Many men；〃 he said； 〃have spread that net for Truth； but they have never found her。 On the grains of credulity she will not feed； in the net of wishes her feet cannot be held； in the air of these valleys she will not breathe。 The birds you have caught are of the brood of Lies。 Lovely and beautiful； but still lies； Truth knows them not。〃
And the hunter cried out in bitterness
〃And must I then sit still； to be devoured of this great burning？〃
And the old man said；
〃Listen； and in that you have suffered much and wept much； I will tell you what I know。 He who sets out to search for Truth must leave these valleys of superstition forever； taking with him not one shred that has belonged to them。 Alone he must wander down into the Land of Absolute Negation and Denial； he must abide there； he must resist temptation； when the light breaks he must arise and follow it into the country of dry sunshine。 The mountains of stern reality will rise before him； he must climb them； beyond them lies Truth。〃
〃And he will hold her fast！ he will hold her in his hands！〃 the hunter cried。
Wisdom shook his head。
〃He will never see her； never hold her。 The time is not yet。〃
〃Then there is no hope？〃 cried the hunter。
〃There is this；〃 said Wisdom： 〃Some men have climbed on those mountains； circle above circle of bare rock they have scaled； and； wandering there； in those high regions； some have chanced to pick up on the ground one white silver feather； dropped from the wing of Truth。 And it shall come to pass；〃 said the old man； raising himself prophetically and pointing with his finger to the sky； 〃it shall come to pass； that when enough of those silver feathers shall have been gathered by the hands of men； and shall have been woven into a cord； and the cord into a net； that in that net Truth may be captured。 Nothing but Truth can hold Truth。〃
The hunter arose。 〃I will go；〃 he said。
But wisdom detained him。
〃Mark you wellwho leaves these valleys never returns to them。 Though he should weep tears of blood seven days and nights upon the confines； he can never put his foot across them。 Leftthey are left forever。 Upon the road which you would travel there is no reward offered。 Who goes； goes freelyfor the great love that is in him。 The work is his reward。〃
〃I go〃 said the hunter； 〃but upon the mountains； tell me； which path shall I take？〃
〃I am the child of The…Accumulated…Knowledge…of…Ages；〃 said the man； 〃I can walk only where many men have trodden。 On these mountains few feet have passed； each man strikes out a path for himself。 He goes at his own peril： my voice he hears no more。 I may follow after him； but cannot go before him。〃
Then Knowledge vanished。
And the hunter turned。 He went to his cage； and with his hands broke down the bars； and the jagged iron tore his flesh。 It is sometimes easier to build than to break。
One by one he took his plumed birds and let them fly。 But when he came to his dark…plumed bird he held it； and looked into its beautiful eyes； and the bird uttered its low； deep cry〃Immortality！〃
And he said quickly： 〃I cannot part with it。 It is not heavy； it eats no food。 I will hide it in my breast； I will take it with me。〃 And he buried it there and covered it over with his cloak。
But the thing he had hidden grew heavier； heavier； heaviertill it lay on his breast like lead。 He could not move with it。 He could not leave those valleys with it。 Then again he took it out and looked at it。
〃Oh； my beautiful！ my heart's own！〃 he cried； 〃may I not keep you？〃
He opened his hands sadly。
〃Go！〃 he said。 〃It may happen that in Truth's song one note is like yours； but I shall never hear it。〃
Sadly he opened his hand； and the bird flew from him forever。
Then from the shuttle of Imagination he took the thread of his wishes； and threw it on the ground； and the empty shuttle he put into his breast； for the thread was made in those valleys； but the shuttle came from an unknown country。 He turned to go； but now the people came about him； howling。
〃Fool； hound； demented lunatic！〃 they cried。 〃How dared you break your cage and let the birds fly？'
The hunter spoke； but they would not hear him。
〃Truth！ who is she？ Can you eat her？ can you drink her？ Who has ever seen her？ Your birds were real： all could hear them sing！ Oh； fool！ vile reptile！ atheist！〃 they cried； 〃you pollute the air。〃
〃Come； let us take up stones and stone him；〃 cried some。
〃What affair is it of ours？〃 said others。 〃Let the idiot go；〃 and went away。 But the rest gathered up stones and mud and threw at him。 At last； when he was bruised and cut； the hunter crept away into the woods。 And it was evening about him。
He wandered on and on； and the shade grew deeper。 He was on the borders now of the land where it is always night。 Then he stepped into it； and there was no light there。 With his hands he groped； but each branch as he touched it broke off； and the earth was covered with cinders。 At every step his foot sank in； and a fine cloud of impalpable ashes flew up into his face； and it was dark。 So he sat down upon a stone and buried his face in his hands； to wait in the Land of Negation and Denial till the light came。
And it was night in his heart also。
Then from the marshes to his right and left cold mists arose and closed about him。 A fine； imperceptible rain fell in the dark； and great drops gathered on his hair and clothes。 His heart beat slowly； and a numbness crept through all his limbs。 Then； looking up； two merry wisp lights came dancing。 He lifted his head to look at them。 Nearer； nearer they came。 So warm； so bright； they danced like stars of fire。 They stood before him at last。 From the centre of the radiating flame in one looked out a woman's face； laughing； dimpled； with streaming yellow hair。 In the centre of the other were merry laughing ripples； like the bubbles on a glass of wine。 They danced before him。
〃Who are you；〃 asked the hunter； 〃who alone come to me in my solitude and darkness？〃
〃We are the twins Sensuality；〃 they cried。 〃Our father's name is Human… Nature； and our mother's name is Excess。 We are as old as the hills and rivers； as old as the first man； but we never die；〃 they laughed。
〃Oh； let me wrap my arms about you！〃 cried the first； 〃they are soft and warm。 Your heart is frozen now； but I will make it beat。 Oh； come to me！〃
〃I will pour my hot life into you；〃 said the second； 〃your brain is numb； and your limbs are dead now； but they shall live with a fierce free life。 Oh； let me pour it in！〃
〃Oh； follow us；〃 they cried； 〃and live with us。 Nobler hearts than yours have sat here in this darkness to wait； and they have come to us and we to them； and they have never left us； never。 All else is a delusion； but we are real； we are real； we are real。 Truth is a shadow； the valleys of superstition are a farce： the earth is of ashes； the trees all rotten； b