. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . I met the glorious hour that watchedAbraham Lincoln sign the paper which freed theslaves. * Ah, said I, without thinking, I, too, freed someslaves. And then he asked me how, and I told himby a wrong I had committed, and this got about and Iwas asked to leave Chymerline, where I had met , I dared not look behind me, for I always sawhundreds of long, thin Minute Hands pointing at meand reminding me of my crime. Alas, how dearly wasthe liberty of those little boys purchased! At last, weary and lonely and penitent,^ I sought the f
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . I met the glorious hour that watchedAbraham Lincoln sign the paper which freed theslaves. * Ah, said I, without thinking, I, too, freed someslaves. And then he asked me how, and I told himby a wrong I had committed, and this got about and Iwas asked to leave Chymerline, where I had met , I dared not look behind me, for I always sawhundreds of long, thin Minute Hands pointing at meand reminding me of my crime. Alas, how dearly wasthe liberty of those little boys purchased! At last, weary and lonely and penitent,^ I sought the frontier, succeededin passing the minstrel guards,and found my way back into theworld. I never went to the littlecountry town again, but wanderedinto the great city and succeededin getting into the big, handsomeclock in your fathers house. Ifound, to my delight, that theclock had once lost an hour, andI resolved to make that hour upand come forth again unstainedand having done my duty. Thatis the story of my sad , said the little boy, seriously,110. You KING TIME all that came from your disliking school so - -1noticed that fact when I first met you. But come, tryto forget all about it now and we will walk along. The little boy had meant to ask a few questionsabout how the big hall clock had become slow, andhow it could be put right again in the manner described,but he thought it would be wiser to change the subjectaltogether, as his little friend seemed to be feeling sosorrowful. So he began to ask who the various littlealarm-clock houses belonged to, and was especiallyinterested to hear of all the wonderful and famousthings which their little occupants had once seen. Eachappeared to have seen just one thing, and the littleboy was informed that each hour usually made apractice of telling his own particular story and nevergot tired of repeating it. He was on the point of askingif each hour knew of all the things which had happenedall over the world at that particular time
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