large/948/anthem_librivox_64kb_mp3/anthem_10_rand_64kb_12
large/948/anthem_librivox_64kb_mp3/anthem_10_rand_64kb
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But we went on, for we knew that no men would ever follow our track nor reach us here. Then today, at sunrise, we saw a white flame among the trees, high on a sheer peak before us. BUT WE WENT ON FOR WE KNEW THAT NO MEN WOULD EVER FOLLOW OUR TRACK NOR REACH US HERE THEN TO DAY AT SUNRISE WE SAW A WHITE FLAME AMONG THE TREES HIGH ON A SHEER PEAK BEFORE US
 are writing this upon paper made thousands of years ago. The light is dim, and we cannot see the Golden One, only one lock of gold on the pillow of an ancient bed. This is our home. We came upon it today, at sunrise. For many days we had been crossing a chain of mountains. The forest rose among cliffs, and whenever we walked out upon a barren stretch of rock we saw great peaks before us in the west, and to the north of us, and to the south, as far as our eyes could see. The peaks were red and brown, with the green streaks of forests as veins upon them, with blue mists as veils over their heads. We had never heard of these mountains, nor seen them marked on any map. The Uncharted Forest has protected them from the Cities and from the men of the Cities. We climbed paths where the wild goat dared not follow. Stones rolled from under our feet, and we heard them striking the rocks below, farther and farther down, and the mountains rang with each stroke, and long after the strokes had died. E SITTING AT A TABLE WE WERE WRITING THIS UPON PAPER MADE THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO THE LIGHT IS DIM AND WE CANNOT SEE THE GOLDEN ONE ONLY ONE LOCK OF GOLD ON THE PILLOW OF AN ANCIENT BED THIS IS OUR HOME WE CAME UPON IT TO DAY AT SUNRISE FOR MANY DAYS WE HAVE BEEN CROSSING A CHAIN OF MOUNTAINS THE FOREST ROSE AMONG CLIFFS AND WHENEVER WE WALKED OUT UPON A BARREN STRETCH OF ROCK WE SAW GREAT PEAKS BEFORE US IN THE WEST AND TO THE NORTH OF US AND TO THE SOUTH AS FAR AS OUR EYES COULD SEE THE PEAKS WERE RED AND BROWN WITH THE GREEN STREAKS OF FOREST AS VEINS UPON THEM WITH BLUE MISTS AS VEILS OVER THEIR HEADS WE HAD NEVER HEARD OF THESE MOUNTAINS NOR SEEN THEM MARKED ON ANY MAP THE UNCHARTED FOREST HAS PROTECTED THEM FROM THE CITIES AND FROM THE MEN OF THE CITIES WE CLIMBED PATHS WHERE THE WILD GOAT DARED NOT FOLLOW STONES ROLLED FROM UNDER OUR FEET AND WE HEARD THEM STRIKING THE ROCKS BELOW FARTHER AND FARTHER DOWN AND THE MOUNTAINS RANG WITH EACH STROKE AND LONG AFTER THE STROKES HAD DIED
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