Excerpt: ...her to the top of the mountain. "Leave me here alone," she said. "I hear a voice. It is the voice of my son, and Pg 110 he is calling, 'Mother, mother.' Come to me, come, my boys." Coming slowly up the mountain in the storm was the older son. The younger had died on the road home, and he lay dead in the arms of his brother. In the morning the men of the tribe went to the mountain top in search of Moneta and her sons. They were nowhere to be seen, but where the tears of the lonely mother had fallen, there was a ...
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Excerpt: ...her to the top of the mountain. "Leave me here alone," she said. "I hear a voice. It is the voice of my son, and Pg 110 he is calling, 'Mother, mother.' Come to me, come, my boys." Coming slowly up the mountain in the storm was the older son. The younger had died on the road home, and he lay dead in the arms of his brother. In the morning the men of the tribe went to the mountain top in search of Moneta and her sons. They were nowhere to be seen, but where the tears of the lonely mother had fallen, there was a brightness that had never been seen before. The tears were shining in the sunlight as if each one of them was itself a little sun. Indeed, they were no longer tears, but diamonds. The dearest thing in all the world is the tear of mother-love, and that is why the tears were made into diamonds, the stones that are brightest and clearest of all the stones on the earth. Pg 111 THE STORY OF THE FIRST PEARLS. There was once a man named Runoia, and when he walked along the pathways of the forest, the children would say shyly to one another, "Look, there is the man who always hears music." It was really true that wherever he went he could hear sweet music. There are some kinds of music that every one can hear, but Runoia heard sweet sounds where others heard nothing. When the lilies sang their evening song to the stars, he could hear it, and when the mother tree whispered "Good-night" to the little green leaves, he heard the music of her whisper, though other men heard not a sound. He was sorry for those other men, and he said to himself, "I will make a harp, and then even if they cannot hear all the kinds of music, they will hear the sweet voice of the harp." This must have been a magic harp, for if one else touched it, no sound was heard, Pg 112 but when Runoia touched the strings, the trees bent down their branches to listen, the little blossoms put their heads out shyly, and even the wind was hushed. All kinds of beasts and birds came about him...
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