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he had stood silent in the lonely light of the 

 white and mystic moon. 



Twilight was fading into darkness when I 

 arose and started on a night-journey for the Mesa 

 Verde, where I intended next morning to greet 

 an old gnarled cedar which grew on its summit. 

 When I arrived at the top of the Mesa, I looked 

 back and saw a pyramid of golden flame stand- 

 ing out in the darkness. 



