. The dune country . from faraway, we may imagine echoes from another worldthan ours, and, as we enter into the final gloom,these harmonies may become divine. In the darkerrecesses of our intellectual life we find shadowsthat never move. They seem to lie like blacksinister bars across our mental paths. We knownot what is beyond them, and we shrink from anameless terror. Into these shadows our lovedones have gone. They have returned into the [275] THE DUNE COUNTRY Elemental Mystery. Their voices have not comeback to us, but their cadences may be in the sing-ing winds and amid the patter of the
. The dune country . from faraway, we may imagine echoes from another worldthan ours, and, as we enter into the final gloom,these harmonies may become divine. In the darkerrecesses of our intellectual life we find shadowsthat never move. They seem to lie like blacksinister bars across our mental paths. We knownot what is beyond them, and we shrink from anameless terror. Into these shadows our lovedones have gone. They have returned into the [275] THE DUNE COUNTRY Elemental Mystery. Their voices have not comeback to us, but their cadences may be in the sing-ing winds and amid the patter of the summer Ship of Dreams can bear a wondrous can sometimes see its mirage in the still skiesbeyond the winding rivers, though its sails andspars are far below the horizons rim. We knowthat on it are those who beckon, and its wave-kissedprow is toward us. Frail though its timbers be,the years may bring it, but if it never comes, wehave seen the picture, and new banners have beenunfurled before it. [276]. HE WAITED UNTIL HE SAW HIS STAR COME OVER THEHORIZON IN THE PATH OF THE YOUNG MOON CHAPTER XIV THE RED ARROW WHILE merciless masters have driventhe red man from the dune country,indelible impressions of his race re-main. His nomenclature is on the maps, and thelakes, rivers, and streams carry names that wereprecious to his people. His mythology still en-velops the region with a halo of romance andfable. The dust of his forefathers has mingled withthe hills, and time has obliterated nearly everymaterial trace of him, except those among the im-perishable stones. The debris of the little quarriesis still visible on small promontories, and in thedepressions along the ridges, where the pines haveheld the soil against the action of the wind andrain. Here we find innumerable chips and frag-ments of broken stones, left by the workers, whofashioned the implements of war and peace onthese sequestered spots. [279] THE DUNE COUNTRY Occasionally an imperfect or unfinished arro
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