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ys of superstition are a farce： the earth is of ashes； the trees all rotten； but wefeel uswe live！ You cannot doubt us。 Feel us how warm we are！ Oh； come to us！ Come with us！〃
Nearer and nearer round his head they hovered； and the cold drops melted on his forehead。 The bright light shot into his eyes； dazzling him； and the frozen blood began to run。 And he said：
〃Yes； why should I die here in this awful darkness？ They are warm； they melt my frozen blood！〃 and he stretched out his hands to take them。
Then in a moment there arose before him the image of the thing he had loved； and his hand dropped to his side。
〃Oh； come to us！〃 they cried。
But he buried his face。
〃You dazzle my eyes；〃 he cried； 〃you make my heart warm； but you cannot give me what I desire。 I will wait herewait till I die。 Go！〃
He covered his face with his hands and would not listen； and when he looked up again they were two twinkling stars； that vanished in the distance。
And the long； long night rolled on。
All who leave the valley of superstition pass through that dark land； but some go through it in a few days； some linger there for months； some for years； and some die there。
At last for the hunter a faint light played along the horizon； and he rose to follow it； and he reached that light at last； and stepped into the broad sunshine。 Then before him rose the almighty mountains of Dry…facts and Realities。 The clear sunshine played on them； and the tops were lost in the clouds。 At the foot many paths ran up。 An exultant cry burst from the hunter。 He chose the straightest and began to climb； and the rocks and ridges resounded with his song。 They had exaggerated； after all； it was not so high； nor was the road so steep！ A few days； a few weeks； a few months at most； and then the top！ Not one feather only would he pick up； he would gather all that other men had foundweave the netcapture Truth… …hold her fasttouch her with his handsclasp her！
He laughed in the merry sunshine； and sang loud。 Victory was very near。 Nevertheless； after a while the path grew steeper。 He needed all his breath for climbing； and the singing died away。 On the right and left rose huge rocks； devoid of lichen or moss； and in the lava…like earth chasms yawned。 Here and there he saw a sheen of white bones。 Now too the path began to grow less and less marked； then it became a mere trace； with a footmark here and there； then it ceased altogether。 He sang no more； but struck forth a path for himself； until it reached a mighty wall of rock； smooth and without break； stretching as far as the eye could see。 〃I will rear a stair against it； and； once this wall climbed； I shall be almost there；〃 he said bravely； and worked。 With his shuttle of imagination he dug out stones； but half of them would not fit； and half a month's work would roll down because those below were ill chosen。 But the hunter worked on； saying always to himself； 〃Once this wall climbed； I shall be almost there。 This great work ended！〃
At last he came out upon the top； and he looked about him。 Far below rolled the white mist over the valleys of superstition； and above him towered the mountains。 They had seemed low before； they were of an immeasurable height now； from crown to foundation surrounded by walls of rock； that rose tier above tier in mighty circles。 Upon them played the eternal sunshine。 He uttered a wild cry。 He bowed himself on to the earth； and when he rose his face was white。 In absolute silence he walked on。 He was very silent now。 In those high regions the rarefied air is hard to breathe by those born in the valleys； every breath he drew hurt him； and the blood oozed out from the tips of his fingers。 Before the next wall of rock he began to work。 The height of this seemed infinite； and he said nothing。 The sound of his tool rang night and day upon the iron rocks into which he cut steps。 Years passed over him； yet he worked on； but the wall towered up always above him to heaven。 Sometimes he prayed that a little moss or lichen might spring up on those bare walls to be a companion to him； but it never came。
And the years rolled on； he counted them by the steps he had cuta few for a yearonly a few。 He sang no more； he said no more； 〃I will do this or that〃he only worked。 And at night； when the twilight settled down； there looked out at him from the holes and crevices in the rocks strange wild faces。
〃Stop your work； you lonely man； and speak to us；〃 they cried。
〃My salvation is in work； if I should stop but for one moment you would creep down upon me；〃 he replied。 And they put out their long necks further。
〃Look down into the crevice at your feet；〃 they said。 〃See what lie there… …white bones！ As brave and strong a man as you climbed to these rocks。〃 And he looked up。 He saw there was no use in striving； he would never hold Truth； never see her； never find her。 So he lay down here； for he was very tired。 He went to sleep forever。 He put himself to sleep。 Sleep is very tranquil。 You are not lonely when you are asleep； neither do your hands ache； nor your heart。 And the hunter laughed between his teeth。
〃Have I torn from my heart all that was dearest； have I wandered alone in the land of night； have I resisted temptation； have I dwelt where the voice of my kind is never heard； and laboured alone； to lie down and be food for you； ye harpies？〃
He laughed fiercely； and the Echoes of Despair slunk away； for the laugh of a brave； strong heart is as a death blow to them。
Nevertheless they crept out again and looked at him。
〃Do you know that your hair is white？〃 they said； 〃that your hands begin to tremble like a child's？ Do you see that the point of your shuttle is gone？it is cracked already。 If you should ever climb this stair；〃 they said； 〃it will be your last。 You will never climb another。〃
And he answered； 〃I know it！〃 and worked on。
The old； thin hands cut the stones ill and jaggedly； for the fingers were stiff and bent。 The beauty and the strength of the man was gone。
At last； an old； wizened； shrunken face looked out above the rocks。 It saw the eternal mountains rise with walls to the white clouds； but its work was done。
The old hunter folded his tired hands and lay down by the precipice where he had worked away his life。 It was the sleeping time at last。 Below him over the valleys rolled the thick white mist。 Once it broke； and through the gap the dying eyes looked down on the trees and fields of their childhood。 From afar seemed borne to him the cry of his own wild birds； and he heard the noise of people singing as they danced。 And he thought he heard among them the voices of his old comrades； and he saw far off the sunlight shine on his early home。 And great tears gathered in the hunter's eyes。
〃Ah！ they who die there do not die alone；〃 he cried。
Then the mists rolled together again； and he turned his eyes away。
〃I have sought；〃 he said； 〃for long years I have laboured； but I have not found her。 I have not rested； I have not repined； and I have not seen her； now my strength is gone。 Where I lie down worn out other men will stand； young and fresh。 By the steps that I have cut they will climb； by the stairs that I have built they will mount。 They will never know the name of the man who made them。 At the clumsy work they will laugh； when the stones roll they will curse me。 But they will mount； and on my work； they will climb； and by my stair！ They will find her； and through me！ And no man liveth to himself and no man dieth to himself。〃
The tears rolled from beneath the shrivelled eyelids。 If Truth had appeared above him in the clouds now he could not have seen her； the mist of death was in his eyes。
〃My soul hears their glad step coming；〃 he said； 〃and they shall mount！ they shall mount！〃 He raised his shrivelled hand to his eyes。
Then slowly from the white sky above； through the still air； came something falling； falling； falling。 Softly it fluttered down； and dropped on to the breast of the dying man。 He felt it with his hands。 It was a feather。 He died holding it。
III。 THE GARDENS OF PLEASURE。
She walked upon the beds； and the sweet rich scent arose； and she gathered her hands full of flowers。 Then Duty； with his white clear features； came and looked at her。 Then she ceased from gathering； but she walked away among the flowers； smiling； and with her hands full。
Then Duty； with his still white face； came again； and looked at her； but she； she turned her head away from him。 At last she saw his face； and she dropped the fairest of the flowers she had held； and walked silently away。
Then again he came to her。 And she moaned； and bent her head low； and turned to the gate。 But as she went out she looked back at the sunlight on the faces of the flowers； and wept in anguish。 Then she went out； and it shut behind her for ever； but still in her hand she held of the buds she had gathered； and the scent was very sweet in the lonely desert。
But he followed her。 Once more he stood before her with his still； white； death…like face。 And she knew what he had come for： she unbent the fingers； and let the flowers drop out； the flowers she had loved so； an