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He
saw
their
infinite
beauty
,
and
his
imagination
soared
over
them
to
the
things
beyond
he
was
now
to
resign
for
ever
.
He
thought
of
that
great
free
world
he
was
parted
from
,
the
world
that
was
his
own
,
and
he
had
a
vision
of
those
further
slopes
,
distance
beyond
distance
,
with
Bogota
,
a
place
of
multitudinous
stirring
beauty
,
a
glory
by
day
,
a
luminous
mystery
by
night
,
a
place
of
palaces
and
fountains
and
statues
and
white
houses
,
lying
beautifully
in
the
middle
distance
.
He
thought
how
for
a
day
or
so
one
might
come
down
through
passes
,
drawing
ever
nearer
and
nearer
to
its
busy
streets
and
ways
.
He
thought
of
the
river
journey
,
day
by
day
,
from
great
Bogota
to
the
still
vaster
world
beyond
,
through
towns
and
villages
,
forest
and
desert
places
,
the
rushing
river
day
by
day
,
until
its
banks
receded
and
the
big
steamers
came
splashing
by
,
and
one
had
reached
the
sea
--
the
limitless
sea
,
with
its
thousand
islands
,
its
thousands
of
islands
,
and
its
ships
seen
dimly
far
away
in
their
incessant
journeyings
round
and
about
that
greater
world
.
And
there
,
unpent
by
mountains
,
one
saw
the
sky
--
the
sky
,
not
such
a
disc
as
one
saw
it
here
,
but
an
arch
of
immeasurable
blue
,
a
deep
of
deeps
in
which
the
circling
stars
were
floating
...
His
eyes
scrutinised
the
great
curtain
of
the
mountains
with
a
keener
inquiry
.
For
example
,
if
one
went
so
,
up
that
gully
and
to
that
chimney
there
,
then
one
might
come
out
high
among
those
stunted
pines
that
ran
round
in
a
sort
of
shelf
and
rose
still
higher
and
higher
as
it
passed
above
the
gorge
.
And
then
?
That
talus
might
be
managed
.
Thence
perhaps
a
climb
might
be
found
to
take
him
up
to
the
precipice
that
came
below
the
snow
;
and
if
that
chimney
failed
,
then
another
farther
to
the
east
might
serve
his
purpose
better
.
And
then
?
Then
one
would
be
out
upon
the
amber-lit
snow
there
,
and
half-way
up
to
the
crest
of
those
beautiful
desolations
.
He
glanced
back
at
the
village
,
then
turned
right
round
and
regarded
it
steadfastly
.
He
thought
of
Medina-saroti
,
and
she
had
become
small
and
remote
.
He
turned
again
towards
the
mountain
wall
,
down
which
the
day
had
come
to
him
.
Then
very
circumspectly
he
began
to
climb
.
When
sunset
came
he
was
no
longer
climbing
,
but
he
was
far
and
high
.
He
had
been
higher
,
but
he
was
still
very
high
.
His
clothes
were
torn
,
his
limbs
were
blood-stained
,
he
was
bruised
in
many
places
,
but
he
lay
as
if
he
were
at
his
ease
,
and
there
was
a
smile
on
his
face
.
From
where
he
rested
the
valley
seemed
as
if
it
were
in
a
pit
and
nearly
a
mile
below
.
Already
it
was
dim
with
haze
and
shadow
,
though
the
mountain
summits
around
him
were
things
of
light
and
fire
.
The
mountain
summits
around
him
were
things
of
light
and
fire
,
and
the
little
details
of
the
rocks
near
at
hand
were
drenched
with
subtle
beauty
--
a
vein
of
green
mineral
piercing
the
grey
,
the
flash
of
crystal
faces
here
and
there
,
a
minute
,
minutely-beautiful
orange
lichen
close
beside
his
face
.
There
were
deep
mysterious
shadows
in
the
gorge
,
blue
deepening
into
purple
,
and
purple
into
a
luminous
darkness
,
and
overhead
was
the
illimitable
vastness
of
the
sky
.
But
he
heeded
these
things
no
longer
,
but
lay
quite
inactive
there
,
smiling
as
if
he
were
satisfied
merely
to
have
escaped
from
the
valley
of
the
Blind
in
which
he
had
thought
to
be
King
.
