THE CALLING And now there still fared on the swift, sane empire of the West.

The rapid changes, the strivings, the accomplishments, the pretensions and the failures of the new town blended in the product of human progress.
Each man fell into his place in the community as though appointed thereto, and the eyes of all were set forward.

There was no retrospection, there were no imaginings, no fears, no disbeliefs.

The people were as ants, busy building their hill, underletting it with galleries, furnishing it with chambers, storing it with riches, providing it with defences; yet no individual ant looked beyond his own antennae, or dreamed that there might be significance in the tiny footprints which he left.

There were no philosophers to tell these busy actors that they were puppets in a great game, ants in a giant hill.