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was into this sea the travelers had to descend. One by one, with their
companions, they bade the old King farewell. And then, stepping forth
from the palace gates and descending toward the valley, they
disappeared from view.
The country to which they were going lay many days' distance between
the Purple Mountains and the Green Sea. The road to it lay through
woods and stretches of corn and pasture land. It was Autumn. In every
field were reapers cutting or binding the corn. At every turn of the
road were wagons laden with sheaves. Then the scene changed. The land
became poor. The fields were covered with crops that were thin and
unripe. The people who passed on the road had a look of want on their
faces. The travelers passed on. Every eye was searching the horizon
for the first glimpse of the mountain peaks. In every heart was the
joyful hope of finding the Golden Age. Can you think what the joy of a
young student going for the first time to a university is? It was a
joy like his.
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