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An hour afterward, one came with a switch of pine. To him the Chief said: “Good; you went to the third belt; you made three quarters of the climb.”
The sun was low when the last returned. He was a tall, splendid boy of noble character. His hand was empty as he approached the Chief, but his countenance was radiant, and he said: “My father, there were no trees where I got to; I saw no twigs, but I saw the Shining Sea.”
Now the old man’s face glowed too, as he said aloud and almost sang: “I knew it. When I looked on your face, I knew it. You have been to the top. You need no twigs for token. It is written in your eyes, and rings in your voice. My boy, you have felt the uplift, you have seen the glory of the mountain.”
Oh Ye Woodcrafters, keep this in mind, then: the badges that we offer for attainment, are not “prizes”; prizes are things of value taken by violence from their rightful owners. These are merely tokens of what you have done, of where you have been. They are mere twigs from the trail to show how far you got in climbing the mountain.
