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For the sun was a ruddy gold, but a faint mist cloaked the jungle, lying low, and into it poured the smoke of the little jungle cities, and the smoke of them met together in the mist and joined into one haze, which became purple, and was lit by the sun, as the thoughts of men become hallowed by some great and sacred thing. Some times one column from a lonely house would rise up higher than the cities' smoke, and gleam by itself in the sun. FOR THE SUN WAS A RUDDY GOLD BUT A FAINT MIST CLOAKED THE JUNGLE LYING LOW AND INTO IT POURED THE SMOKE OF THE LITTLE JUNGLE CITIES AND THE SMOKE OF THEM MET TOGETHER IN THE MIST AND JOINED INTO ONE HAZE WHICH BECAME PURPLE AND WAS LIT BY THE SUN AS THE THOUGHTS OF MEN BECOME HALLOWED BY SOME GREAT AND SACRED THING SOMETIMES ONE COLUMN FROM A LONELY HOUSE WOULD RISE UP HIGHER THAN THE CITY'S SMOKE AND GLEAM BY ITSELF IN THE SUN
 central street of Nen, and none of the Wanderers moved away from him, but they all played sonorously on drums, as though he had been a person of much honour; and the snake moved through the midst of them and smote none. Even the Wanderers' children could do strange things, for if any one of them met with a child of Nen the two would stare at each other in silence with large grave eyes; then the Wanderers' child would slowly draw from his turban a live fish or snake. And the children of Nen could do nothing of that kind at all. Much I should have wished to stay and hear the hymn with which they greet the night, that is answered by the wolves on the heights of Mloon, but it was now time to raise the anchor again that the captain might return from Bar-Wul-Yann upon the landward tide. So we went on board and continued down the Yann. And the captain and I spoke little, for we were thinking of our parting, which should be for long, and we watched instead the splendour of the westerning sun.  ALL DOWN THE STREET THE CENTRAL STREET OF MEN AND NONE OF THE WANDERERS MOVED AWAY FROM HIM BUT THEY ALL PLAYED SONOROUSLY ON DRUMS AS THOUGH HE HAD BEEN A PERSON OF MUCH HONOUR AND THE SNAKE MOVED THROUGH THE MIDST OF THEM AND SMOTE NONE EVEN THE WANDERER'S CHILDREN COULD DO STRANGE THINGS FOR IF ANY ONE OF THEM MET WITH A CHILD OF MEN THE TWO WOULD STARE AT EACH OTHER IN SILENCE WITH LARGE GRAVE EYES THEN THE WANDERER'S CHILD WOULD SLOWLY DRAW FROM HIS TURBAN A LIVE FISH OR SNAKE AND THE CHILDREN OF MEN COULD DO NOTHING OF THAT KIND AT ALL MUCH I SHOULD HAVE WISHED TO STAY AND HEAR THE HYMN WITH WHICH THEY GREET THE NIGHT THAT IS ANSWERED BY THE WOLVES ON THE HEIGHTS OF MOON BUT IT WAS NOW TIME TO RAISE THE ANCHOR AGAIN THAT THE CAPTAIN MIGHT RETURN FROM BARRUN UPON THE LANDWARD TIDE SO WE WENT ON BOARD AND CONTINUED DOWN THE YAWN AND THE CAPTAIN AND I SPOKE LITTLE FOR WE WERE THINKING OF OUR PARTING WHICH SHOULD BE FOR LONG AND WE WATCHED INSTEAD THE SPLENDOUR OF THE WESTERNING SUN
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