Would that the man had asked him to root up bushes with his hands for his horse to feed on; or to run to the far end of the plain for the fossils that lay there, or to gather the flowers that grew on the hills at the edge of the plain; he would have run and been back quickly--but now! "I have never done anything," he said.
"Then tell me of that nothing.

I like to know what other folks have been doing whose word I can believe.

It is interesting.

What was the first thing you ever wanted very much ?" The boy waited to remember, then began hesitatingly, but soon the words flowed.

In the smallest past we find an inexhaustible mine when once we begin to dig at it.
A confused, disordered story--the little made large and the large small, and nothing showing its inward meaning.