Chapter 1

           Helayflatonthebrown,pine-needledflooroftheforest,hischinonhisfoldedarms,andhighoverheadthewindblewinthetopsofthepinetrees.Themountainsideslopedgentlywherehelay;butbelowitwassteepandhecouldseethedarkoftheoiledroadwindingthroughthepass.Therewasastreamalongsidetheroadandfardownthepasshesawamillbesidethestreamandthefallingwaterofthedam,whiteinthesummersunlight.

           "Isthatthemill?"heasked.

           "Yes."

           "Idonotrememberit."

           "Itwasbuiltsinceyouwerehere.Theoldmillisfartherdown;muchbelowthepass."

           Hespreadthephotostatedmilitarymapoutontheforestfloorandlookedatitcarefully.Theoldmanlookedoverhisshoulder.Hewasashortandsolidoldmaninablackpeasant’ssmockandgrayiron-stifftrousersandheworerope-soledshoes.Hewasbreathingheavilyfromtheclimbandhishandrestedononeofthetwoheavypackstheyhadbeencarrying.

           "Thenyoucannotseethebridgefromhere."

           "No,"theoldmansaid."Thisistheeasycountryofthepasswherethestreamflowsgently.Below,wheretheroadturnsoutofsightinthetrees,itdropssuddenlyandthereisasteepgorge"

           "Iremember."

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