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he had been talking with men all day, which tires and sometimes confuses a
man's thoughts, and now he wanted to talk with God--for that makes a man
strong, and puts all the confusion in order again, and lets a man know
what he is about. So he went to the top of the hill. That was his secret
chamber. It had no door; but that did not matter--no one could see him
but God. There he stayed for hours--sometimes, I suppose, kneeling in his
prayer to God; sometimes sitting, tired with his own thinking, on a stone;
sometimes walking about, looking forward to what would come next--not
anxious about it, but contemplating it. For just before he came up here,
some of the people who had been with him wanted to make him a king; and
this would not do--this was not what God wanted of him, and therefore he
got rid of them, and came up here to talk to God. It was so quiet up here!
The earth had almost vanished. He could see just the bare hilltop beneath
him, a glimmer below, and the sky and the stars over his head. The people
had all gone away to their own homes, and perhaps next day would hardly
think about him at all, busy catching fish, or digging their gardens, or
making things for their houses.
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