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THE GREAT STONE FACE.
sat at their cottage-door, gazing at the Great Stone Face,
and talking about it. The child's name was Ernest.
"Mother," said he, while the Titanic visage smiled on
him, "I wish that it could speak, for it looks so very
kindly that its voice must needs be pleasant. If I
were to see a man with such a face, I should love him
dearly."
If an old prophecy should come to pass," answered
his mother, we may see a man, some time or other, with
exactly such a face as that."
" What prophecy do you mean, dear mother eagerly
inquired Ernest. 'Pray tell me all about it
So his mother told him a story that her own mother
had told to her, when she herself was younger than little
Ernest; a story, not of things that were past, but of what
was yet to come; a story, nevertheless, SO very old, that
even the Indians, who formerly inhabited this valley, had
heard it from their forefathers, to whom, as they affirmed,
it had been murmured by the mountain streams, and
whispered by the wind among the tree-tops. The pur-
port was, that, at some future day, a child should be born
hereabouts, who was destined to become the greatest and
noblest personage of his time, and whose countenance, in
manhood, should bear an exact resemblance to the Great
Stone Face. Not a few old-fashioned people, and young
ones likewise, in the ardor of their hopes, still cherished
an enduring faith in this old prophecy. But others, who
had seen more of the world, had watched and waited till
they were weary, and had beheld no man with such a face,
nor any man that proved to be much greater or nobler
than his neighbors, concluded it to be nothing but an idle
tale. At all events, the great man of the prophecy had
not yet appeared.
"0 mother, dear mother cried Ernest, clapping his
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