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Updated: June 1, 2025
That evening, in the groves, came to me three gliding forms: Hautia's heralds: the Iris mixed with nettles. Said Yoomy, "A cruel message!" With the right hand, the second syren presented glossy, green wax- myrtle berries, those that burn like tapers; the third, a lily of the valley, crushed in its own broad leaf.
The first man, quoth old Bardianna, must have felt like one going into a new habitation, where the bamboos are green. Is there not a legend in Maramma, that his family were long troubled with influenzas and catarrhs?" "Oh Time, Time, Time!" cried Yoomy "it is Time, old midsummer Time, that has made the old world what it is.
This done, they earnestly eyed Yoomy; who, after much pondering, said "I speak for Hautia; who by these berries says, I will enlighten you." "Oh, give me then that light! say, where is Yillah?" and I rushed upon the heralds. But eluding me, they looked reproachfully at Yoomy; and seemed offended. "Then, I am wrong," said Yoomy.
Continued Yoomy, "The damsels lured to their bowers, certain red- plumaged insect-birds, and taught them to nestle therein, and warble; which, with the pleasant vibrating of the leaves, when the little maidens moved, produced a strange blending of sweet, singing sounds.
Continued Yoomy, unheedingly, "They were covered all over with a soft, silky down, like that on the rind of the Avee; and there grew upon their heads a green, lance-leaved vine, of a most delicate texture. For convenience, the manikins reduced their tendrils, sporting, nothing but coronals.
So the three canoes were brought side to side; their sails rolled up; and paddles in hand, our paddlers seated themselves sideways on the gunwales; Yoomy, as leader, occupying the place of the foremast, or Bow-Paddler of the royal barge.
Be wise, Yoomy; and hereafter, whenever a remark like that seems equivocal, be sure to wrest commendation from it, though you torture it to the quick."
A second arrow, however, accomplished its errand: the slain giant sinking prone to the bottom." "And now," added Mohi, "glance over the gunwale, and you will see his remains petrified into white ribs of coral." "Ay, there they are," said Yoomy, looking down into the water where they gleamed. "A fanciful legend, Braid-beard." "Very entertaining," said Media. "Even so," said Babbalanja.
If duped by one, we are equally duped by the other." "Clear as this water," said Yoomy. "Opaque as this paddle," said Mohi, "But, come now, thou oracle, if all things are deceptive, tell us what is truth?" "The old interrogatory; did they not ask it when the world began? But ask it no more. As old Bardianna hath it, that question is more final than any answer."
Leave prose to Babbalanja, who is prosy enough." "Even so," said Babbalanja, "Yoomy, you have overstepped your province. My lord Media well knows, that your business is to make the metal in you jingle in tags, not ring in the ingot."
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