There were no longer banners of dust where the wild game swept by, nor did the eye catch any line of distant horsemen.
It was another day.

Yet, as did the candidate of old, he left his horse at the foot of the hill and went up quite alone.
It was afternoon as he sat down.

The silence and solitude folded him about, and the sun sank so fitly slow that he hardly knew, and the solemn night swept softly on.

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