For you, tribesman, a short span wherein to shout the war cry and swing the club, a little sunlight to see by, a few springs of desire, a few rains, a few snows. Like the great hunter, insensate and unaware, you will lie in the dark for the ages of ages. You shall bring life into the world, but you shall not take life away. The sleep of life is a good sleep, for man awakens there-from happy and refreshed. But from the sleep of death there is no awakening.
Man born to light, dies into darkness.
Thus it was in the forest ten million years ago. There lies to-day, in the midst of a great house, the body of a man awaiting the last honors which can be rendered to it. For all join in remembering that the man, human and frail as other men, was still broad, brilliant and fabulous, a choice and master spirit of his age. There he lies, the great man, in the midst of his earthly treasures. Presently he will be laid in the narrow house, and they will remain behind.