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LAavgHiNG Boy 287 And in the end, he would return to the beginning of his circle and stand or sit motionless and groan. It was a long day and a strange one; later he did not remember it clearly. The second night he tried hard not to sleep, but it was hard, with cold, hunger, fatigue, and the fire. He dozed a good deal, and his memories be- came very accurate dreams into which slowly would creep a sense of horror without reason, until he woke, not knowing he had slept, contin- uing the thought and the mood. He tried to pray, but it was chiefly ejaculations and the names of the gods. It was an endless and terrible night. Daylight, when at last it came, was a release. He shook himself, thinking, ‘I must be calm, I must think clearly. This is no time for wandering without getting anywhere.” He quieted himself for a time, achieving a state of apparent resigna- tion which enabled him to pray, but the oft- repeated hozoji sounded hollow. He did not really think there was anything beautiful; he was just acting as he thought he ought. Plenty of people had died in his neighbourhood; there had been mourning and grief, when every one had stayed close to the hogahns for four days. But this was different. He had seen the bereaved, he had seen real sorrow upon them, but he could not believe that they had felt as he did.