I Found The Gate Looking Toward The Sea And
I Found All The Other Gates, Or The Sites Of Them; But I Did Not
Find The Roman Sentry Nor Any Trace Of Him, Nor Any Authentic
Record Of Him.
I questioned the guides and, through an interpreter,
the curator of the Museum, and from them I learned the lamentably
disillusioning facts in this case.
There is no trace of him because
he neglected to leave any trace.
Doubtless there was a sentry on guard at the gate when the volcano
belched forth, and the skin of the earth flinched and shivered and
split asunder; but he did not remain for the finish. He said to
himself that this was no place for a minister's son; and so he
girded up his loins and he went away from there.
He went away hurriedly - even as you and I.
Mine Own People
Wherever we went I was constantly on the outlook for a kind of
tourist who had been described to me frequently and at great length
by more seasoned travelers - the kind who wore his country's flag
as a buttonhole emblem, or as a shirtfront decoration; and regarded
every gathering and every halting place as providing suitable
opportunity to state for the benefit of all who might be concerned,
how immensely and overpoweringly superior in all particulars was
the land from which he hailed as compared with all other lands
under the sun. I desired most earnestly to overhaul a typical
example of this species, my intention then being to decoy him off
to some quiet and secluded spot and there destroy him in the hope
of cutting down the breed.
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