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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； and walked on without them； with dry； aching eyes。 Then for the last time he came。 And she showed him her empty hands； the hands that held nothing now。 But still he looked。 Then at length she opened her bosom and took out of it one small flower she had hidden there； and laid it on the sand。 She had nothing more to give now； and she wandered away； and the grey sand whirled about her。
IV。 IN A FAR…OFF WORLD。
There is a world in one of the far…off stars； and things do not happen here as they happen there。
In that world were a man and woman； they had one work； and they walked together side by side on many days； and were friendsand that is a thing that happens now and then in this world also。
But there was something in that star…world that there is not here。 There was a thick wood： where the trees grew closest； and the stems were interlocked； and the summer sun never shone； there stood a shrine。 In the day all was quiet； but at night； when the stars shone or the moo