We had pored over and talked of it.

We had never thought of it as only a pious thing to do.

The book was to us one of the mystic, awe-inspiring, prophetic marvels of the world.
That was what made me say, half whispering: "I have wondered and wondered what it meant--that verse in Isaiah: 'Behold the former things are come to pass and new things do I declare; before they spring forth I tell you of them.' Perhaps it means only the unrolling of the scroll." "Aye, aye!" said Angus; "it is full of such deep sayings, and none of us will listen to them." "It has taken man eons of time," Hector MacNairn said, thinking it out as he spoke--"eons of time to reach the point where he is beginning to know that in every stock and stone in his path may lie hidden some power he has not yet dreamed of.

He has learned that lightning may be commanded, distance conquered, motion chained and utilized; but he, the one CONSCIOUS force, has never yet begun to suspect that of all others he may be the one as yet the least explored.

How do we know that there does not lie in each of us a wholly natural but, so far, dormant power of sight--a power to see what has been called The Unseen through all the Ages whose sightlessness has made them Dark?
Who knows when the Shadow around us may begin to clear?
Oh, we are a dull lot--we human things--with a queer, obstinate conceit of ourselves." "Complete we think we are," Angus murmured half to himself.