AN UNTITLED FABLE
ONCE there was a hunter who was not content to follow the eliase with his fellowmen. "‘The heavens are pitted with wonderful jewels,” he said, and aimed his futile arrows into the firmament. "I shall not rest,” he boasted, “until I have brought a star down from the ceiling of space.” But the stars kept to their courses, serenely indifferent to his pigmy designs on them. “Brother,” whistled a bird from tlie topmost twig of a lofty tree, as the dawn broke and the stars went out like snuffed candles, “aim high, hut not too high. Where the mind seeks too far the eyes are blinded by distance.” And he spread his wings and passed lightly on, leaving the hunter to ponder his simple assertion. . ~ “Ifere is one armed with the weapons ot his a beautiful deer, gazing at the intruder from a small clearing, yet who could fear so harmless a dreamer ?” “Even rabbits are good for breakfast,” quoth a furry one, scuttling across the hunter’s feet and disappearing into the undergrowth. , At which the hunter laughed aloud. "I am blind to the u oild about me,” he said, “and my arrows have fallen to earth again. To-morrow T shall fill my quiver with the shafts of wisdom and follow the trodden ways known to my brothers.
—EEDFEATHER
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Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 569, 23 January 1929, Page 7
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222AN UNTITLED FABLE Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 569, 23 January 1929, Page 7
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