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    The Uncrowned King
    The Uncrowned King
    The Uncrowned King
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    The Uncrowned King

    By John R. (John Rea) Neill and Harold Bell Wright

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateJan 1, 1982
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      The Uncrowned King - John R. (John Rea) Neill

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Uncrowned King, by Harold Bell Wright

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with

      almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or

      re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included

      with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net

      Title: The Uncrowned King

      Author: Harold Bell Wright

      Release Date: July 22, 2004 [EBook #12991]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE UNCROWNED KING ***

      Produced by Kevin Handy, John Hagerson, and PG Distributed Proofreaders

      The Uncrowned King

      By

      HAROLD BELL WRIGHT

      Author of

      The Shepherd of the Hills

      etc., etc.

      Illustrations

      By John Rea Neill

      1910

      To

      MR. ELSBERY W. REYNOLDS

      My

      Publisher and Friend,

      Whose belief in my work has made my

      work possible, I gratefully

      dedicate this tale

      of

      The Uncrowned King

      Redlands, California.

      May fourth, 1910

      Eyes blinded by the fog of Things cannot see Truth. Ears deafened by the din of Things cannot hear Truth. Brains bewildered by the whirl of Things cannot think Truth. Hearts deadened by the weight of Things cannot feel Truth. Throats choked by the dust of Things cannot speak Truth.

      CONTENTS

      The Pilgrim and His Pilgrimage

      The Voice of the Waves

      The Voice of the Evening Wind

      The Voice of the Night

      The Voice of the New Day

      ILLUSTRATIONS

      Drawn by

      John Rea Neill

      The Pilgrim and His Pilgrimage

      The Pilgrim and His Pilgrimage

      For many, many, weary months the Pilgrim journeyed in the wide and pathless Desert of Facts. So many indeed were the months that the wayworn Pilgrim, himself, came at last to forget their number.

      And always, for the Pilgrim, the sky by day was a sky of brass, softened not by so much as a wreath of cloud mist. Always, for him, the hot air was stirred not by so much as the lift of a wild bird's wing. Never, for him, was the awful stillness of the night broken by voice of his kind, by foot-fall of beast, or by rustle of creeping thing. For the toiling Pilgrim in the vast and pathless Desert of Facts there was no kindly face, no friendly fire. Only the stars were many--many and very near.

      Day after day, as the Pilgrim labored onward, through the torturing heat, under the sky of brass, he saw on either hand lakes of living waters and groves of many palms. And the waters called him to their healing coolness: the palms beckoned him to their restful shade and shelter. Night after night, in the dreadful solitude, frightful Shapes came on silent feet out of the silent darkness to stare at him with doubtful, questioning, threatening eyes; drawing back at last, if he stood still, as silently as they had come, or, if he advanced, vanishing quickly, only to reappear as silently in another place.

      But the Pilgrim knew that the enchanting scenes that lured him by day were but pictures in the heated air. He knew that the fearful Shapes that haunted him by night were but creatures of his own overwrought fancy. And so he journeyed on and ever on, in the staggering heat, under the sky of brass, in the awful stillness of the night: on and ever on, through the wide and pathless waste, until he came at last to the Outer-Edge-Of-Things--came to the place that is between the Desert of Facts and the Beautiful Sea, even as it is written in the Law of the Pilgrimage.

      The tired feet of the Traveler left now the rough, hot floor of the desert for a soft, cool carpet of velvet grass all inwrought

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