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That was the first story I had ever heard told in my life, and would be the first one I ever read, in which the hero was killed in the first chapter. I had but one chapter of that story, and the hero was dead. THAT WAS THE FIRST STORY I HAD EVER HEARD TOLD IN MY LIFE AND IT WOULD BE THE FIRST ONE I EVER READ IN WHICH THE HERO WAS KILLED IN THE FIRST CHAPTER I HAD BUT ONE CHAPTER OF THE STORY AND THE HERO WAS DEAD
 neighbor, and away he went in search of diamonds. He began his search, very properly to my mind, at the Mountains of the Moon. Afterward he came around into Palestine, then wandered on into Europe, and at last when his money was all spent and he was in rags, wretchedness, and poverty, he stood on the shore of that bay at Barcelona, in Spain, when a great tidal wave came rolling in between the pillars of Hercules, and the poor, afflicted, suffering, dying man could not resist the awful temptation to cast himself into that incoming tide, and he sank beneath its foaming crest, never to rise in this life again. When that old guide had told me that awfully sad story he stopped the camel I was riding on and went back to fix the baggage that was coming off another camel, and I had an opportunity to muse over his story while he was gone. I remember saying to myself, “Why did he reserve that story for his ‘particular friends’?” There seemed to be no beginning, no middle, no end, nothing to it.  HIS FAMILY IN CHARGE OF A NEIGHBOR AND AWAY HE WENT IN SEARCH OF DIAMONDS HE BEGAN HIS SEARCH VERY PROMPTLY TO MY MIND IN THE MOUNTAINS OF THE MOON AFTERWARDS HE CAME AROUND INTO PALESTINE THEN WANDERED ON INTO EUROPE AND AT LAST WHEN HIS MONEY WAS ALL SPENT AND HE WAS IN RAGS WRETCHEDNESS AND POVERTY HE STOOD ON THE SHORE OF THAT BAY AT BARCELONA IN SPAIN WHEN A GREAT TIDAL WAVE CAME ROLLING IN BETWEEN THE PILLARS OF HERCULES AND THE POOR AFFLICTED SUFFERING DYING MAN COULD NOT RESIST THE AWFUL TEMPTATION TO CAST HIMSELF INTO THE INCOMING TIDE AND HE SANK BENEATH ITS FOAMING CREST NEVER TO RISE IN THIS LIFE AGAIN WHEN THAT OLD GUIDE HAD TOLD ME THAT AWFULLY SAD STORY HE STOPPED THE CAMEL I WAS RIDING ON AND WENT BACK TO FIX THE BAGGAGE THAT WAS COMING OFF ANOTHER CAMEL AND I HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO MUSE OVER HIS STORY WHILE HE WAS GONE I REMEMBER SAYING TO MYSELF WHY DID HE RESERVE THAT STORY FOR HIS PARTICULAR FRIENDS THERE SEEMED TO BE NO BEGINNING NO MIDDLE AND NO END NOTHING TO IT
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