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Who cares for the burden, the night, and the rain, And the long, steep, lonely road? When out of the darkness a light shines plain, And a voice calls hail and a friend draws rein With a hand for the stubborn load?
He strolled across the road and stood with both hands on the rail which guarded the landslide, and looked into the distance. Below him, at the foot of the landslide and rolling to the river and lodged in the hollows were tin cans and burnt-out kettles and broken china; the Western city had dumped its refuse along this way. From below, untidy children screamed in an untidy garden. But he did not hear or see these things.