The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1901-10-11
the HUNTER.

hunt for wdiow in woods and CHANGED that he
stood the shores Of large lake. While he stood waiting in
the rushe for the coming Of the Birds great shadow fell
him. and in the water he reflection He looked to the
sky but the thing gone Then burning desire
him again that reflection in the water and all day
he watched and waited; but night came, and il had not
turned. Then he went home with HE empty bag moody ard
SILENT His comrades questioning about him know the
but he answered them nothing he alone and brood
ed. Then his friend him, and to him he spoke.
~ have to-day" be said ''tha which be-
foea white bird with silver wings ousreched sailing
in the everlasting blue And though great fine
burnt within my breast It but sheen simmer,
Election in the water; but desire nothing earth
than to hold her."
His friend laughed.
at was but beam playing the water the shadow of
your head Tomorrow you will forget her. he aid.
But tomorrow, and Tomorrow and the hunter
walked alone He sought in the forest and woods BY
the lakes and among the rshes but could He
shot no more wild fowl; what were they TO him.
'What ails him?" said his comrades.
''He is mad" said one.
'No, but he is worse" said another he would see that
which none Of us have seen, and make himself wonder"
Come, let US forswear his company" said all.
So the hunter walked alone.
One night he wandered in shade very and
weeping old stood before him. gander and taller than
the sons OF men.
Who your" asked ths hunter.
81 am Wisdom" answered the old man; sbu some men
call knowledge All life grown in these valleys
but till he has sorrowed much. The eyes
must be washed with that behold and accord
ing man has suffered, speak,
And the hunter cried
"Oh you have lived here long, tell me- what that great
wild bird have sailing 10 the blue? They would have
me believe she is dream the shadow Of my head
The old man smiled.
'He is Truth He who once seen her never rests
again Till death he desires her"
And the hunter cried
''Oh, tell me where may find her?'
But the said
''You have suffered enough" and went
Then the hunter took from his shuttle OF mapna
tion and wound the thread Of bis Wishes all night
he sat and q net.
In the morning spread golden open on the ground
and in it he threw few grains Of creduy his father
had left him. and which he kept in his breapocket They
like white puballs you trod on them brown
dust flew out Then he by what would happen The
first that came into the net snowwhite bird doves
eyes, and he sang beautiful song-"A humanGod human
God! human-Godl' sang The second that came was
black and MYSTICAL with dark lovely eyes, looked into the
depths Of your SOUL and he sang only ths"Immortay
And the hunter took them both in bis arms for he said
"They surely Of the beautiful family of Truth"
Then came another green and gold, who sang in shrl
voice, like crying in the arkepace-"Reward after
Death Reward after DEATH"
And he said
'You not fair but you fair too and he took it,
And others brightly colored, singing pleasant songs
till all the grains finished And the gathered all
his birds together and built strong cage called new
creed and put all his birds in it,
Then the people about dancing and singing
'Oh, happy hunter they cried. "Oh wonderful man!
Oh, delightful birds Oh, lovely songsl'
No asked where the birds had FROM nor how they
had been caught but they danced sang before them And
the hunter too glad for he said
'Surely Truth is among them In time she will mol her
feathers, and shall see her snow.white form.'
But the time passed, and the people sang and danced but
tho hunters heart heavy He cpt alone as Of old to
weep the terrible desire had awakened again his breast
One day. q he sat alone weeping that Wisdom met
him. He told the old man what be had DONE
And Wisdom smiled sadly
MANY men, he said have spread that mel fur Truth but
they have never found her On the grains Of creduy will
not feed the net Of wishes her feet held the
air OF these valleys she will breathe The birds you
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 then sit still be devoured Of this great burn