Probably the "echoes"
would be my share; indeed, already I seemed to hear their ominous
thunder.
At last I did go to sleep and dreamed a very curious dream. It seemed
to me that I was disembodied, although I retained all my powers of
thought and observation; in fact, dead and yet alive. In this state I
hovered over the people of the Pongo who were gathered together on a
great plain under an inky sky. They were going about their business as
usual, and very unpleasant business it often was. Some of them were
worshipping a dim form that I knew was the devil; some were committing
murders; some were feasting--at that on which they feasted I would not
look; some were labouring or engaged in barter; some were thinking.
But I, who had the power of looking into them, saw within the breast
of each a tiny likeness of the man or woman or child as it might be,
humbly bent upon its knees with hands together in an attitude of
prayer, and with imploring, tear-stained face looking upwards to the
black heaven.
Then in that heaven there appeared a single star of light, and from
this star flowed lines of gentle fire that spread and widened till all
the immense arc was one flame of glory.
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