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I
stopped
among
the
heather
and
threw
my
arms
out
wide
.
I
drew
in
a
great
,
joyous
morning
breath
.
“
Free
like
that
!
It
is
the
freeness
,
the
light
,
splendid
freeness
,
I
think
of
most
.
”
“
The
freeness
!
”
he
repeated
.
“
Yes
,
the
freeness
!
”
“
As
for
beauty
,
”
I
almost
whispered
,
in
a
sort
of
reverence
for
visions
I
remembered
,
“
I
have
stood
on
this
moor
a
thousand
times
and
seen
loveliness
which
made
me
tremble
.
One
’
s
soul
could
want
no
more
in
any
life
.
But
‘
Out
on
the
Hillside
’
I
KNEW
I
was
part
of
it
,
and
it
was
ecstasy
.
That
was
the
freeness
.
”
“
Yes
—
it
was
the
freeness
,
”
he
answered
.
We
brushed
through
the
heather
and
the
bracken
,
and
flower
-
bells
shook
showers
of
radiant
drops
upon
us
.
The
mist
wavered
and
sometimes
lifted
before
us
,
and
opened
up
mystic
vistas
to
veil
them
again
a
few
minutes
later
.
The
sun
tried
to
break
through
,
and
sometimes
we
walked
in
a
golden
haze
.
We
fell
into
silence
.
Now
and
then
I
glanced
sidewise
at
my
companion
as
we
made
our
soundless
way
over
the
thick
moss
.
He
looked
so
strong
and
beautiful
.
His
tall
body
was
so
fine
,
his
shoulders
so
broad
and
splendid
!
How
could
it
be
!
How
could
it
be
!
As
he
tramped
beside
me
he
was
thinking
deeply
,
and
he
knew
he
need
not
talk
to
me
.
That
made
me
glad
—
that
he
should
know
me
so
well
and
feel
me
so
near
.
That
was
what
he
felt
when
he
was
with
his
mother
,
that
she
understood
and
that
at
times
neither
of
them
needed
words
.
Until
we
had
reached
the
patch
of
gorse
where
we
intended
to
end
our
walk
we
did
not
speak
at
all
.
He
was
thinking
of
things
which
led
him
far
.
I
knew
that
,
though
I
did
not
know
what
they
were
.
When
we
reached
the
golden
blaze
we
had
seen
the
evening
before
it
was
a
flame
of
gold
again
,
because
—
it
was
only
for
a
few
moments
—
the
mist
had
blown
apart
and
the
sun
was
shining
on
it
.
As
we
stood
in
the
midst
of
it
together
—
Oh
!
how
strange
and
beautiful
it
was
!
—
Mr
.
MacNairn
came
back
.
That
was
what
it
seemed
to
me
—
that
he
came
back
.
He
stood
quite
still
a
moment
and
looked
about
him
,
and
then
he
stretched
out
his
arms
as
I
had
stretched
out
mine
.
But
he
did
it
slowly
,
and
a
light
came
into
his
face
.
