When we came back among our own people, they seemed to know that some change had taken place and loved us all the more.  They came to us for counsel and comfort, paying silent tribute to the wisdom that had come to us from the mountain.  They looked upon us not as superiors, but as larger equals.  We had learned another language, but had not forgotten theirs.  We nestled down in their affections and told them of our mountain, and they were glad.

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And now I sit before the fire and watch the pictures in the flickering flames.  In my reverie I see my boys and girls, companions in the mountain-climbing, going upon their appointed ways.  I see them healing and comforting the sick, relieving distress, ministering to the needy, and supplanting darkness with light.  I see them in their efforts to make the world better and more beautiful, and life more blessed.  I see them bringing hope and courage and cheer into many lives.  They are bringing the spirit of the mountain down into the valley, and men rejoice.  Seeing them thus engaged, and hearing them singing as they go, I can but smile and smile.