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One night, as he wandered in the shade, very heartsore and weeping, an old man stood before him, grander and taller than the sons of men. "Who are you?" asked the hunter. "I am Wisdom," answered the old man; "but some men call me Knowledge. All my life I have grown in these valleys; but no man sees me till he has sorrowed much. The eyes must be washed with tears that are to behold me; and, according as a man has suffered, I speak." And the hunter cried: "Oh, you who have lived here so long, tell me, what is that great wild bird I have seen sailing in the blue? They would have me believe she is a dream; the shadow of my own head." The old man smiled. "Her name is Truth. He who has once seen her never rests again. Till death he desires her." And the hunter cried: "Oh, tell me where I may find her." But the old man said: "You have not suffered enough," and went. Then the hunter took from his breast the shuttle of Imagination, and wound on it the thread of his Wishes; and all night he sat and wove a net. In the morning he spread the golden net upon the ground, and into it he threw a few grains of credulity, which his father had left him, and which he kept in his breast-pocket. They were like white puff-balls, and when you trod on them a brown dust flew out. Then he sat by to see what would happen. The first that came into the net was a snow-white bird, with dove's eyes, and he sang a beautiful song--"A human-God! a human-God! a human-God!" it sang. The second that came was black and mystical, with dark, lovely eyes, that looked into the depths of your soul, and he sang only this--"Immortality!" And the hunter took them both in his arms, for he said-- "They are surely of the beautiful family of Truth." Then came another, green and gold, who sang in a shrill voice, like one crying in the marketplace,--"Reward after Death! Reward after Death!" And he said-- "You are not so fair; but you are fair too," and he took it. And others came, brightly coloured, singing pleasant songs, till all the grains were finished. And the hunter gathered all his birds together, and

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