Белые люди

Chapter IX

           Partoftheparkitselfhadoncebeenmoorland,andwasdarkwithslenderfirsandthickgrownwithheatherandbroom.Onthemoorthemistgrewthicker,andifIhadnotsowellknownthepathwemighthavelostourselvesinit.AlsoIknewbyheartcertainlittlestreamsthatrushedandmadeguidingsoundswhichweresometimesloudwhispersandsometimessingingbabbles.Thedamp,sweetscentoffernandheatherwasinournostrils;asweclimbedwebreatheditsfreshness.

           “Thereisasortofunearthlylovelinessinitall,”HectorMacNairnsaidtome.Hisvoicewasratherlikehismother’s.Italwaysseemedtosaysomuchmorethanhiswords.

           “Wemightbeghosts,”Ianswered.“Wemightbesomeofthosethemisthidesbecausetheyliketobehidden.”

           “Youwouldnotbeafraidifyoumetoneofthem?”hesaid.

           “No.IthinkIamsureofthat.Ishouldfeelthatitwasonlylikemyself,and,ifIcouldhear,mighttellmethingsIwanttoknow.”

           “Whatdoyouwanttoknow?”heaskedme,verylow.“You!”

           “Onlywhateverybodywantstoknow—thatitisreallyAWAKENINGfree,readyforwonderfulnewthings,findingoneselfinthemidstofwonders.Idon’tmeanangelswithharpsandcrowns,butbeautysuchasweseenow;onlyseeingitwithoutburdensoffearsbeforeandbehindus.Andknowingthereisnoreasontobeafraid.Wehaveallbeensoafraid.Wedon’tknowhowafraidwehavebeen—ofeverything.”

           Istoppedamongtheheatherandthrewmyarmsoutwide.Idrewinagreat,joyousmorningbreath.

           “Freelikethat!Itisthefreeness,thelight,splendidfreeness,Ithinkofmost.

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