o+i The Defiles
battle-chamber of nature, stamped with the records of a long unceasing strife, the soul of the spectator shrinks into itselt, finding no vent in the commonplace.
There is a legend attached to the great rock that is not unworthy of its tragic grandeur and beauty. It is a tale of the first king and queen of Sampenago,
great cliff in the second defile
who were driven in a far-away day from their kingdom by Kuttha, the king's brother. The king, with true Buddhist philosophy, when he heard of his brother's advance, forbade any resistance. To take life would be wrong and the issue must turn on the extent of his accumulated merit through all past existences. If this were great, the threatened evil could not befall him ; were it small, it could not be averted. So while