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feeble reason till it fell; and we were drowned in the 
depths of our own vanity。 For what is the first result 
of man's increased knowledge interpreted from Nature's 
book by the persistent effort of his purblind 
observation? Is it not but too often to make him 
question the existence of his Maker; or indeed of any 
intelligent purpose beyond his own? The truth is 
veiled; because we could no more look upon her glory 
than we can upon the sun。 It would destroy us。 Full 
knowledge is not for man as man is here; for his 
capacities; which he is apt to think so great; are 
indeed but small。 The vessel is soon filled; and; were 
one thousandth part of the unutterable and silent 
wisdom that directs the rolling of those shining 
spheres; and the force which makes them roll; pressed 
into it; it would be shattered into fragments。 Perhaps 
in some other place and time it may be otherwise; who 
can tell? Herethe lot of man born of the flesh is but 
to endure midst toil and tribulation; to catch at the 
bubbles blown by Fate; which he calls pleasures; 
thankful if before they burst they rest a moment in 
his hand; and when the tragedy is played out; and his 
hour comes to perish; to pass humbly whither he knows 
not。

Above me; as I lay; shone the eternal stars; and there 
at my feet the impish marsh…born balls of fire rolled 
this way and that; vapor…tossed and earth…desiring; 
and methought that in the two I saw a type and image 
of what man is; and what perchance man may one day be; 
if the living Force who ordained him and them should 
so ordain this also。 Oh; that it might be ours to rest 
year by year upon that high level of the heart to 
which at times we momentarily attain! Oh; that we 
could shake loose the prisoned pinions of the soul and 
soar to that superior point; whence; like to some 
traveller looking out through space from Darien's 
giddiest peak; we might gaze with the spiritual eyes 
of noble thoughts deep into Infinity!

What would it be to cast off this earthy robe; to have 
done forever with these earthy thoughts and miserable 
desires; no longer; like those corpse candles; to be 
tossed this way and that; by forces beyond our 
control; or which; if we can theoretically control 
them; we are at times driven by the exigencies of our 
nature to obey! Yes; to cast them off; to have done 
with the foul and thorny places of the world; and; 
like to those glittering points above me; to rest on 
high wrapped forever in the brightness of our better 
selves; that even now shines in us as fire faintly 
shines within those lurid balls; and lay down our 
littleness in that wide glory of our dreams; that 
invisible but surrounding good; from which all truth 
and beauty comes!

These and many such thoughts passed through my mind 
that night。 They come to torment us all at times。 I 
say to torment; for; alas! thinking can only serve to 
measure out the helplessness of thought。 What is the 
use of our feeble crying in the awful silences of 
space! Can our dim intelligence read the secrets of 
that star…strewn sky? Does any answer come out of it? 
Never any at all; nothing but echoes and fantastic 
visions。 And yet we believe that there is an answer; 
and that upon a time a new Dawn will come blushing 
down the ways of our enduring night。 We believe it; 
for its reflected beauty even now shines up 
continually in our hearts from beneath the horizon of 
the grave; and we call it Hope。 Without Hope we should 
suffer moral death; and by the help of Hope we yet may 
climb to heaven; or at the worst; if she also prove 
but a kindly mockery given to hold us from despair; be 
gently lowered into the abysses of eternal sleep。

Then I fell to reflecting upon the undertaking on 
which we were bent; and what a wild one it was; and 
yet how strangely the story seemed to fit in with what 
had been written centuries ago upon the sherd。 Who was 
this extraordinary woman; queen over a people 
apparently as extraordinary as herself; and reigning 
amidst the vestiges of a lost civilization? And what 
was the meaning of this story of the Fire that gave 
unending life? Could it be possible that any fluid or 
essence should exist which might so fortify these 
fleshy walls that they should from age to age resist 
the mines and batterings of decay? It was possible; 
though not probable。 The indefinite continuation of 
life would not; as poor Vincey said; be so marvellous 
a thing as the production of life and its temporary 
endurance。 And if it were true; what then? The person 
who found it could no doubt rule the world。 He could 
accumulate all the wealth in the world; and all the 
power; and all the wisdom that is power。 He might give 
a lifetime to the study of each art or science。 Well; 
if that were so; and this _i_ She _i_ were practically 
immortal; which I did not for one moment believe; how 
was it that; with all these things at her feet; she 
preferred to remain in a cave among a society of 
cannibals? This surely settled the question。 The whole 
story was monstrous; and only worthy of the 
superstitious days in which it was written。 At any 
rate I was very sure that I would not attempt to 
attain unending life。 I had had far too many worries 
and disappointments and secret bitternesses during my 
forty odd years of existence to wish that this state 
of affairs should be continued indefinitely。 And yet I 
suppose that my life has been; comparatively speaking; 
a happy one。

And then; reflecting that at the present moment there 
was far more likelihood of our earthly careers being 
cut exceedingly short than of their being unduly 
prolonged; I at last managed to get to sleep; a fact 
for which anybody who reads this narrative; if anybody 
ever does; may very probably be thankful。

When I woke again it was just dawning; and the guard 
and bearers were moving about like ghosts through the 
dense morning mists; getting ready for our start。 The 
fire had died quite down; and I rose and stretched 
myself; shivering in every limb from the damp cold of 
the dawn。 Then I looked at Leo。 He was sitting up; 
holding his hands to his head; and I saw that his face 
was flushed and his eye bright; and yet yellow round 
the pupil。

〃Well; Leo;〃 I said; 〃how do you feel?〃

〃I feel as though I were going to die;〃 he answered; 
hoarsely。 〃My head is splitting; my body is trembling; 
and I am as sick as a cat。〃

I whistled; or if I did not whistle I felt inclined 
toLeo had got a sharp attack of fever。 I went to 
Job; and asked him for the quinine; of which 
fortunately we had still a good supply; only to find 
that Job himself was not much better。 He complained of 
pains across the back; and dizziness; and was almost 
incapable of helping himself。 Then I did the only 
thing it was possible to do under the circumstances
gave them both about ten grains of quinine; and took a 
slightly smaller dose myself as a matter of 
precaution。 After that I found Billali; and explained 
to him how matters stood; asking at the same time what 
he thought had best be done。 He came with me; and 
looked at Leo and Job (whom; by the way; he had named 
the Pig; on account of his fatness; round face; and 
small eyes)。

〃Ah;〃 he said; when we were out of earshot; 〃the 
fever! I thought so。 The Lion has it badly; but he is 
young; and he may live。 As for the Pig; his attack is 
not so bad; it is the little fever which he has; that 
always begins with pains across the back; it will 
spend itself upon his fat。〃

〃Can they go on; my father?〃 I asked。 

〃Nay; my son; they must go on。 If they stop here they 
will certainly die; also; they will be better in the 
litters than on the ground。 By to…night; if all goes 
well; we shall be across the marsh and in good air。 
Come; let us lift them into the litters and start; for 
it is very bad to stand still in this morning fog。 We 
can eat our meal as we go。〃

This we accordingly did; and with a heavy heart I once 
more set out upon our strange journey。 For the first 
three hours all went as well as could be expected; and 
then an accident happened that nearly lost us the 
pleasure of the company of our venerable friend 
Billali; whose litter was leading the cavalcade。 We 
were going through a particularly dangerous stretch of 
quagmire; in which the bearers sometimes sank up to 
their knees。 Indeed; it was a mystery to me how they 
contrived to carry the heavy litters at all over such 
ground as that which we were traversing; though the 
two spare hands; as well as the four regular ones; had 
of course to put their shoulders to the pole。

Presently; as we blundered and floundered along; there 
was a sharp cry; then a storm of exclamations; and; 
last of all; a most tremendous splash; and the whole 
caravan halted。

I jumped out of my litter and ran forward。 About 
twenty yards ahead was the edge of one of those sullen 
peaty pools of which I have spoken; the path we were 
following running along the top of its bank; that; as 
it happened; was a steep one。 Looking towards this 
pool; to my horror I saw that Billali's litter was 
floating on it; and as for Billali himsel
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