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"
The
good
man
who
did
that
,
"
he
thought
,
"
must
have
been
as
blind
as
a
bat
.
"
He
descended
a
steep
place
,
and
so
came
to
the
wall
and
channel
that
ran
about
the
valley
,
near
where
the
latter
spouted
out
its
surplus
contents
into
the
deeps
of
the
gorge
in
a
thin
and
wavering
thread
of
cascade
.
He
could
now
see
a
number
of
men
and
women
resting
on
piled
heaps
of
grass
,
as
if
taking
a
siesta
,
in
the
remoter
part
of
the
meadow
,
and
nearer
the
village
a
number
of
recumbent
children
,
and
then
nearer
at
hand
three
men
carrying
pails
on
yokes
along
a
little
path
that
ran
from
the
encircling
wall
towards
the
houses
.
These
latter
were
clad
in
garments
of
llama
cloth
and
boots
and
belts
of
leather
,
and
they
wore
caps
of
cloth
with
back
and
ear
flaps
.
They
followed
one
another
in
single
file
,
walking
slowly
and
yawning
as
they
walked
,
like
men
who
have
been
up
all
night
.
There
was
something
so
reassuringly
prosperous
and
respectable
in
their
bearing
that
after
a
moment
's
hesitation
Nunez
stood
forward
as
conspicuously
as
possible
upon
his
rock
,
and
gave
vent
to
a
mighty
shout
that
echoed
round
the
valley
.
The
three
men
stopped
,
and
moved
their
heads
as
though
they
were
looking
about
them
.
They
turned
their
faces
this
way
and
that
,
and
Nunez
gesticulated
with
freedom
.
But
they
did
not
appear
to
see
him
for
all
his
gestures
,
and
after
a
time
,
directing
themselves
towards
the
mountains
far
away
to
the
right
,
they
shouted
as
if
in
answer
.
Nunez
bawled
again
,
and
then
once
more
,
and
as
he
gestured
ineffectually
the
word
"
blind
"
came
up
to
the
top
of
his
thoughts
.
"
The
fools
must
be
blind
,
"
he
said
.
When
at
last
,
after
much
shouting
and
wrath
,
Nunez
crossed
the
stream
by
a
little
bridge
,
came
through
a
gate
in
the
wall
,
and
approached
them
,
he
was
sure
that
they
were
blind
.
He
was
sure
that
this
was
the
Country
of
the
Blind
of
which
the
legends
told
.
Conviction
had
sprung
upon
him
,
and
a
sense
of
great
and
rather
enviable
adventure
.
The
three
stood
side
by
side
,
not
looking
at
him
,
but
with
their
ears
directed
towards
him
,
judging
him
by
his
unfamiliar
steps
.
They
stood
close
together
like
men
a
little
afraid
,
and
he
could
see
their
eyelids
closed
and
sunken
,
as
though
the
very
balls
beneath
had
shrunk
away
.
There
was
an
expression
near
awe
on
their
faces
.
"
A
man
,
"
one
said
,
in
hardly
recognisable
Spanish
--
"
a
man
it
is
--
a
man
or
a
spirit
--
coming
down
from
the
rocks
.
"
But
Nunez
advanced
with
the
confident
steps
of
a
youth
who
enters
upon
life
.
All
the
old
stories
of
the
lost
valley
and
the
Country
of
the
Blind
had
come
back
to
his
mind
,
and
through
his
thoughts
ran
this
old
proverb
,
as
if
it
were
a
refrain
--
"
In
the
Country
of
the
Blind
the
One-eyed
Man
is
King
.
"
"
In
the
Country
of
the
Blind
the
One-eyed
Man
is
King
.
"
And
very
civilly
he
gave
them
greeting
.
He
talked
to
them
and
used
his
eyes
.
