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Lona and I, who walked below, heard at last a great shout overhead, and in a moment or two the Little Ones began to come dropping down from the foliage with the news that, climbing to the top of a tree yet taller than the rest, they had descried, far across the plain, a curious something on the side of a solitary mountain -- which mountain, they said, rose and rose, until the sky gathered thick to keep it down, and knocked its top off.
"It may be a city," they said, "but it is not at all like Bulika."