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GILBERT LITTLE STARK 243
a Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.a 1
Such are the opening lines of a poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti, and they are an apt commentary on our third daya s climb, except for the fact that there was no road, and the track we took did not wind at all but went straight up, like a flya s track on the wall.
We started shortly after daybreak, and made straight up the new valley, above which Nii-taka-
Does the road wind up-hill all the way ?
TeSy to the very end.
Will the daya s journey take the whole day long ? From morn to nighty my friend.
But is there for the night a resting-place ?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face ?
You cannot miss that inn.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night ?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight ?
They will not keep you standing at the door.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak ?
Of labor you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and ail who seek ?
Yea, beds for all who come.
Christina G. Rossetti.