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He
was
still
thinking
when
the
sun
set
.
Nunez
had
an
eye
for
all
beautiful
things
,
and
it
seemed
to
him
that
the
glow
upon
the
snowfields
and
glaciers
that
rose
about
the
valley
on
every
side
was
the
most
beautiful
thing
he
had
ever
seen
.
His
eyes
went
from
that
inaccessible
glory
to
the
village
and
irrigated
fields
,
fast
sinking
into
the
twilight
,
and
suddenly
a
wave
of
emotion
took
him
,
and
he
thanked
God
from
the
bottom
of
his
heart
that
the
power
of
sight
had
been
given
him
.
He
heard
a
voice
calling
to
him
from
out
of
the
village
.
"
Ya
ho
there
,
Bogota
!
Come
hither
!
"
At
that
he
stood
up
smiling
.
He
would
show
these
people
once
and
for
all
what
sight
would
do
for
a
man
.
They
would
seek
him
,
but
not
find
him
.
"
You
move
not
,
Bogota
,
"
said
the
voice
.
He
laughed
noiselessly
,
and
made
two
stealthy
steps
aside
from
the
path
.
"
Trample
not
on
the
grass
,
Bogota
;
that
is
not
allowed
.
"
Nunez
had
scarcely
heard
the
sound
he
made
himself
.
He
stopped
amazed
.
The
owner
of
the
voice
came
running
up
the
piebald
path
towards
him
.
He
stepped
back
into
the
pathway
.
"
Here
I
am
,
"
he
said
.
