With that most moving tribute, I think I may fairly close this true account. Could they but speak, those fabulous gems could tell a thousand tales, and every one more signal than that I have just set down; but for me they will always remember a wisp of a path in the mountains toward the break of day, and a man and a maid, heavy laden, the one, herself near spent, supporting the other’s efforts and guiding his failing steps.
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