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Or, if I did not, I do not now minutely recollect every detail of that morning's occupations. OR IF I DID NOT I DO NOT NOW MINUTELY RECOLLECT EVERY DETAIL OF THAT MORNING'S OCCUPATIONS
six who lived in a hut on the mountains of Hian Min. Once in these mountains, he said, he followed the spoor of a bear, and he came suddenly on a man of that family who had hunted the same bear, and he was at the end of a narrow way with precipice all about him, and his spear was sticking in the bear, and the wound was not fatal, and he had no other weapon. And the bear was walking towards the man, very slowly because his wound irked him--yet he was now very close. And what he captain did he would not say, but every year as soon as the snows are hard, and travelling is easy on the Hian Min, that man comes down to the market in the plains, and always leaves for the captain in the gate of fair Belzoond a vessel of that priceless secret wine. And as I sipped the wine and the captain talked, I remembered me of stalwart noble things that I had long since resolutely planned, and my soul seemed to grow mightier within me and to dominate the whole tide of the Yann. It may be that I then slept. FT OF A FAMILY OF SIX WHO LIVED IN A HUT ON THE MOUNTAINS OF JAN MEN ONCE IN THESE MOUNTAINS HE SAID HE FOLLOWED THE SPOOR OF A BEAR AND HE CAME SUDDENLY ON A MAN OF THAT FAMILY WHO HAD HUNTED THE SAME BEAR AND HE WAS AT THE END OF A NARROW WAY WITH PRECIPICE ALL ABOUT HIM AND HIS SPEAR WAS STICKING IN THE BEAR AND THE WOUND WAS NOT FATAL AND HE HAD NO OTHER WEAPON AND THE BEAR WAS WALKING TOWARDS THE MAN VERY SLOWLY BECAUSE HIS WOUND IRKED HIM YET HE WAS NOW VERY CLOSE AND WHAT THE CAPTAIN DID HE WOULD NOT SAY BUT EVERY YEAR AS SOON AS THE SNOWS ARE HARD AND TRAVELLING IS EASY ON THE YOUNG MEN THAT MAN COMES DOWN TO THE MARKET IN THE PLAINS AND ALWAYS LEAVES FOR THE CAPTAIN IN THE GATE OF FAIR BELL ZOUND A VESSEL OF THAT PRICELESS SECRET WINE AND AS I SIPPED THE WINE AND THE CAPTAIN TALKED I REMEMBERED ME OF STALWART NOBLE THINGS THAT I HAD LONG SINCE RESOLUTELY PLANNED AND MY SOUL SEEMED TO GROW MIGHTIER WITHIN ME AND TO DOMINATE THE WHOLE TIDE OF THE YAWN IT MAY BE THAT I THEN SLEPT
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