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in the histories. Also
the story our conscience tells
and tells us how to hear. Well,
I'll even say it is true.
But it is not the truth. So
I'm going to Meeker. To see
what I can see. I'm going
over the mountain, like the bear.
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going there
This is how it was. Alone
and liking it, off -season,
travelling in the late winter
the route that Meeker fi rst took --
around, not through, the mountains,
north, then west over high prairie,
then south on the western slope.
I saw the clearness of things
clear of people, clear of all
the shapes of their purposes
and doings -- use, and trouble,
and comfort -- except the road,
and the fences, running straight
across the eventlessness.