the deer and stumbled on the wall of a floor and because he smelt man now they were at the head of the one crooked village street and the beat with his at the barred windows of the blacksmith s house as his the second book torch blazed up in the shelter of the up and out cried and he did not know his own voice for it was years since he had spoken aloud to a man the hill falls the hill is falling up and out oh you within it is our said the blacksmith s wife he stands among his beasts gather the little ones and give the call it ran from house to house while the beasts cramped in the narrow way and huddled round the and puffed impatiently the people hurried into the street � they were no more than seventy souls all told � and in the glare of their they saw their holding back the terrified while the plucked at his skirts and sat on his and roared across the valley and up the next hill shouted leave none behind we follow then the people ran only hill folk can run for they knew that in a you must for the highest ground the valley they fled through the little river at the bottom and panted up the fields on the far side while the and his brethren followed up and up the opposite mountain they climbed calling to each other by name � roll call of the village � and at the miracle of their heels toiled the big by the failing strength of at last the deer stopped in the shadow of a deep pine wood five feet up the his instinct that had warned him of the coming slide told him he would be safe here dropped fainting by his side for the chill of the rain and that fierce climb was killing him but first he called to the scattered ahead stay and count your numbers then whispering to the deer as he saw the lights gather in a stay with me brother stay � till � i� go there was a sigh in the air that grew to a and a that grew to a roar and a roar that passed all sense of hearing and the on which the villagers stood was hit in the darkness and rocked to the blow then a note as steady deep and true as the deep c of the organ drowned everything for perhaps five minutes while the very roots of the pines quivered to it it died away and the sound of the rain falling on miles of hard ground and grass changed to the muffled drums of water on earth that told its own tale never a � not even the priest � was bold enough to speak to the who had saved their lives they crouched under the pines and waited the s� till the day when it came they looked across the valley and saw that what had been forest and field and track ground was one raw red fan shaped with a few trees flung head down on the that red ran high up the hill of their refuge back the little river which had begun to spread into a lake of the village of the road to the shrine of the shrine itself and the forest behind there was no trace for one mile in width and two thousand feet in sheer depth the mountain side had come away bodily dean from head to heel and the villagers one by one crept through the wood to pray before their they saw the standing over him who fled when they came near and they heard the wailing in the branches and moaning up the hill but their was dead sitting cross legged his back against a tree his under his and his face turned to the north east the priest said behold a miracle after a miracle for in this very attitude must all sunny be buried therefore where he now is we will build the temple to our holy man they built the temple before a year was ended a little stone and earth shrine and they called the bill the s hill and they worship there with the miracle of lights and flowers and to this day but they do not know that the saint of their worship is the late sir k c i e d c l d etc once prime minister of the and enlightened state of and or corresponding member of more learned and scientific societies than will ever do any good in this world or the next the second book a song of oh light was the world that he weighed in his hands oh heavy the tale of his and his lands he has gone from the and put on the and departed in guise of now the white road to is mat for his feet the and the must guard him from heat his home is the camp and the waste and the crowd � he is seeking the way a he has looked upon man and his are clear there was one there is one and but one the red mist of doing is to a � he has taken the path a to learn and discern of his brother the of his brother the brute and his brother the god he has gone from the council and put on the can ye hear a letting in the veil them cover them wall them round blossom and and weed let us forget the sight and the sound and the smell and the touch of the breed fat black ash by the here is the white foot rain and the does bring forth in the fields and none may them again and the blind walls unknown o and none may again you will remember if you have 