THE BASKET MAKER 



steam of the cooking pots goes up against 

 the sun. Then the children He with their / 

 toes in the ashes to hear tales ; then they 

 are merry, and have the joys of repletion/ 

 and the nearness of their kind. They have \ 

 their hills, and though jostled are suffi- 

 ciently free to get some fortitude for what j 

 will come. For now you shall hear of the 

 end of the basket maker. 



In her best days Seyavi was most like 

 Deborah, deep bosomed, broad in the hips, 

 c|inckjnjcounsel^ slow^f speech, esteemed 

 of her people. This was that Seyavi who 

 reared a man by her own hand, her own 

 wit, and none other. When the towns- 

 people began to take note of her — and it 

 was some years after the war before there 

 began to be any towns — she was then in 

 the quick maturity of primitive women ; but 

 when I knew her she seemed already old. 

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