So I did; but no voice came to me over the wall.

In despair, I tore myself from the cities and the schools." At these words a grave smile of approval lighted the gaunt face of the Hindoo.
"In the northern part of my country--in Thessaly," the Greek proceeded to say, "there is a mountain famous as the home of the gods, where Theus, whom my countrymen believe supreme, has his abode; Olympus is its name.

Thither I betook myself.

I found a cave in a hill where the mountain, coming from the west, bends to the southeast; there I dwelt, giving myself up to meditation--no, I gave myself up to waiting for what every breath was a prayer--for revelation.

Believing in God, invisible yet supreme, I also believed it possible so to yearn for him with all my soul that he would take compassion and give me answer." "And he did--he did!" exclaimed the Hindoo, lifting his hands from the silken cloth upon his lap.
"Hear me, brethren," said the Greek, calming himself with an effort.
"The door of my hermitage looks over an arm of the sea, over the Thermaic Gulf.