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Striding across the foothills. Now on the old age trail, now on the path of beauty wandering. In beauty — Hozoji, hosoji, hosoji, hosofi-i. The deep resonance of the prayer carried his exaltation through the land. Then he began to analyse her words, finding in them nothing save unconventionality, no promise, and his own he found laggard and dull. Was she playing with him, or did she mean all he read into her brevity? Was she thus with other men? ‘I ride my horse down from the high hills To the valley, ¢-a-a... He was up and down, restless, no longer on theg@ path of beauty, yet tormented by a new beauty. Far away, high-pitched, he heard the faint ‘ Yo-¢ galeana, yo-o galeana,’” and the thudding drum. He walked to and fro. My mind is made up, I shall make things as they should be. Now with a god I walk — or is it a game, looseness? Suddenly he fled to sleep for refuge, rolling inf§ his blanket by a high place under thickly clustered, brilliant, unhelpful stars, falling asleep with the feeling of vastness about him and clean, gracious silence. 111 He woke to a feeling of expectation, and mad his Dawn Prayer with all the gladness that hi [9 EY [or an FES EE] ey | [EY aw

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