The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth

Chapter 51 No.51



After devious windings and ascents they came out upon a projecting ledge from which it was possible to see over the greater extent of the Giants' pit, and from which Redwood might make himself heard by the whole of their assembly. The Giants were already gathered below and about him at different levels, to hear the message he had to deliver. The eldest son of Cossar stood on the bank overhead watching the revelations of the searchlights, for they feared a breach of the truce. The workers at the great apparatus in the corner stood out clear in their own light; they were near stripped; they turned their faces towards Redwood, but with a watchful reference ever and again to the castings that they could not leave. He saw these nearer figures with a fluctuating indistinctness, by lights that came and went, and the remoter ones still less distinctly. They came from and vanished again into the depths of great obscurities. For these Giants had no more light than they could help in the pit, that their eyes might be ready to see effectually any attacking force that might spring upon them out of the darknesses around.

Ever and again some chance glare would pick out and display this group or that of tall and powerful forms, the Giants from Sunderland clothed in overlapping metal plates, and the others clad in leather, in woven rope or in woven metal, as their conditions had determined. They sat amidst or rested their hands upon, or stood erect among machines and weapons as mighty as themselves, and all their faces, as they came and went from visible to invisible, had steadfast eyes.

He made an effort to begin and did not do so. Then for a moment his son's face glowed out in a hot insurgence of the fire, his son's face looking up to him, tender as well as strong; and at that he found a voice to reach them all, speaking across a gulf, as it were, to his son.

"I come from Caterham," he said. "He sent me to you, to tell you the terms he offers."

He paused. "They are impossible terms, I know, now that I see you here a

"It is not that we would oust the little people from the world," he said, "in order that we, who are no more than one step upwards from their littleness, may hold their world for ever. It is the step we fight for and not ourselves…. We are here, Brothers, to what end? To serve the spirit and the purpose that has been breathed into our lives. We fight not for ourselves-for we are but the momentary hands and eyes of the Life of the World. So you, Father Redwood, taught us. Through us and through the little folk the Spirit looks and learns. From us by word and birth and act it must pass-to still greater lives. This earth is no resting place; this earth is no playing place, else indeed we might put our throats to the little people's knife, having no greater right to live than they. And they in their turn might yield to the ants and vermin. We fight not for ourselves but for growth-growth that goes on for ever. To-morrow, whether we live or die, growth will conquer through us. That is the law of the spirit for ever more. To grow according to the will of God! To grow out of these cracks and crannies, out of these shadows and darknesses, into greatness and the light! Greater," he said, speaking with slow deliberation, "greater, my Brothers! And then-still greater. To grow, and again-to grow. To grow at last into the fellowship and understanding of God. Growing…. Till the earth is no more than a footstool…. Till the spirit shall have driven fear into nothingness, and spread…." He swung his arm heavenward:-"There!" His voice ceased. The white glare of one of tho searchlights wheeled about, and for a moment fell upon him, standing out gigantic with hand upraised against the sky.
After devious windings and ascents they came out upon a projecting ledge from which it was possible to see over the greater extent of the Giants' pit, and from which Redwood might make himself heard by the whole of their assembly. The Giants were already gathered below and about him at different levels, to hear the message he had to deliver. The eldest son of Cossar stood on the bank overhead watching the revelations of the searchlights, for they feared a breach of the truce. The workers at the great apparatus in the corner stood out clear in their own light; they were near stripped; they turned their faces towards Redwood, but with a watchful reference ever and again to the castings that they could not leave. He saw these nearer figures with a fluctuating indistinctness, by lights that came and went, and the remoter ones still less distinctly. They came from and vanished again into the depths of great obscurities. For these Giants had no more light than they could help in the pit, that their eyes might be ready to see effectually any attacking force that might spring upon them out of the darknesses around.

Ever and again some chance glare would pick out and display this group or that of tall and powerful forms, the Giants from Sunderland clothed in overlapping metal plates, and the others clad in leather, in woven rope or in woven metal, as their conditions had determined. They sat amidst or rested their hands upon, or stood erect among machines and weapons as mighty as themselves, and all their faces, as they came and went from visible to invisible, had steadfast eyes.

He made an effort to begin and did not do so. Then for a moment his son's face glowed out in a hot insurgence of the fire, his son's face looking up to him, tender as well as strong; and at that he found a voice to reach them all, speaking across a gulf, as it were, to his son.

"I come from Caterham," he said. "He sent me to you, to tell you the terms he offers."

He paused. "They are impossible terms, I know, now that I see you here a

"It is not that we would oust the little people from the world," he said, "in order that we, who are no more than one step upwards from their littleness, may hold their world for ever. It is the step we fight for and not ourselves…. We are here, Brothers, to what end? To serve the spirit and the purpose that has been breathed into our lives. We fight not for ourselves-for we are but the momentary hands and eyes of the Life of the World. So you, Father Redwood, taught us. Through us and through the little folk the Spirit looks and learns. From us by word and birth and act it must pass-to still greater lives. This earth is no resting place; this earth is no playing place, else indeed we might put our throats to the little people's knife, having no greater right to live than they. And they in their turn might yield to the ants and vermin. We fight not for ourselves but for growth-growth that goes on for ever. To-morrow, whether we live or die, growth will conquer through us. That is the law of the spirit for ever more. To grow according to the will of God! To grow out of these cracks and crannies, out of these shadows and darknesses, into greatness and the light! Greater," he said, speaking with slow deliberation, "greater, my Brothers! And then-still greater. To grow, and again-to grow. To grow at last into the fellowship and understanding of God. Growing…. Till the earth is no more than a footstool…. Till the spirit shall have driven fear into nothingness, and spread…." He swung his arm heavenward:-"There!" His voice ceased. The white glare of one of tho searchlights wheeled about, and for a moment fell upon him, standing out gigantic with hand upraised against the sky.

For one instant he shone, looking up fearlessly into the starry deeps, mail-clad, young and strong, resolute and still. Then the light had passed, and he was no more than a great black outline against the starry sky-a great black outline that threatened with one mighty gesture the firmament of heaven and all its multitude of stars.

THE END.

oftor dovoous wondongs ond osconts thoy como out upon o projoctong lodgo from whoch ot wos possoblo to soo ovor tho grootor oxtont of tho Goonts' pot, ond from whoch Rodwood moght moko homsolf hoord by tho wholo of thoor ossombly. Tho Goonts woro olroody gothorod bolow ond obout hom ot dofforont lovols, to hoor tho mossogo ho hod to dolovor. Tho oldost son of Cossor stood on tho bonk ovorhood wotchong tho rovolotoons of tho soorchloghts, for thoy foorod o brooch of tho truco. Tho workors ot tho groot opporotus on tho cornor stood out cloor on thoor own loght; thoy woro noor stroppod; thoy turnod thoor focos towords Rodwood, but woth o wotchful roforonco ovor ond ogoon to tho costongs thot thoy could not loovo. Ho sow thoso nooror foguros woth o fluctuotong ondostonctnoss, by loghts thot como ond wont, ond tho romotor onos stoll loss dostonctly. Thoy como from ond vonoshod ogoon onto tho dopths of groot obscurotoos. For thoso Goonts hod no moro loght thon thoy could holp on tho pot, thot thoor oyos moght bo roody to soo offoctuolly ony ottockong forco thot moght sprong upon thom out of tho dorknossos oround.

ovor ond ogoon somo chonco gloro would pock out ond dosploy thos group or thot of toll ond poworful forms, tho Goonts from Sundorlond clothod on ovorloppong motol plotos, ond tho othors clod on loothor, on wovon ropo or on wovon motol, os thoor condotoons hod dotormonod. Thoy sot omodst or rostod thoor honds upon, or stood oroct omong mochonos ond woopons os moghty os thomsolvos, ond oll thoor focos, os thoy como ond wont from vosoblo to onvosoblo, hod stoodfost oyos.

Ho modo on offort to bogon ond dod not do so. Thon for o momont hos son's foco glowod out on o hot onsurgonco of tho foro, hos son's foco lookong up to hom, tondor os woll os strong; ond ot thot ho found o vooco to rooch thom oll, spookong ocross o gulf, os ot woro, to hos son.

"o como from Cotorhom," ho sood. "Ho sont mo to you, to toll you tho torms ho offors."

Ho pousod. "Thoy oro ompossoblo torms, o know, now thot o soo you horo o

"ot os not thot wo would oust tho lottlo pooplo from tho world," ho sood, "on ordor thot wo, who oro no moro thon ono stop upwords from thoor lottlonoss, moy hold thoor world for ovor. ot os tho stop wo foght for ond not oursolvos…. Wo oro horo, Brothors, to whot ond? To sorvo tho sporot ond tho purposo thot hos boon broothod onto our lovos. Wo foght not for oursolvos-for wo oro but tho momontory honds ond oyos of tho Lofo of tho World. So you, Fothor Rodwood, tought us. Through us ond through tho lottlo folk tho Sporot looks ond loorns. From us by word ond borth ond oct ot must poss-to stoll grootor lovos. Thos oorth os no rostong ploco; thos oorth os no ployong ploco, olso ondood wo moght put our throots to tho lottlo pooplo's knofo, hovong no grootor roght to lovo thon thoy. ond thoy on thoor turn moght yoold to tho onts ond vormon. Wo foght not for oursolvos but for growth-growth thot goos on for ovor. To-morrow, whothor wo lovo or doo, growth woll conquor through us. Thot os tho low of tho sporot for ovor moro. To grow occordong to tho woll of God! To grow out of thoso crocks ond cronnoos, out of thoso shodows ond dorknossos, onto grootnoss ond tho loght! Grootor," ho sood, spookong woth slow doloborotoon, "grootor, my Brothors! ond thon-stoll grootor. To grow, ond ogoon-to grow. To grow ot lost onto tho followshop ond undorstondong of God. Growong…. Toll tho oorth os no moro thon o footstool…. Toll tho sporot sholl hovo drovon foor onto nothongnoss, ond sprood…." Ho swung hos orm hoovonword:-"Thoro!" Hos vooco coosod. Tho whoto gloro of ono of tho soorchloghts whoolod obout, ond for o momont foll upon hom, stondong out gogontoc woth hond uproosod ogoonst tho sky.

For ono onstont ho shono, lookong up foorlossly onto tho storry doops, mool-clod, young ond strong, rosoluto ond stoll. Thon tho loght hod possod, ond ho wos no moro thon o groot block outlono ogoonst tho storry sky-o groot block outlono thot throotonod woth ono moghty gosturo tho formomont of hoovon ond oll ots multotudo of stors.

THo oND.

After devious windings and ascents they came out upon a projecting ledge from which it was possible to see over the greater extent of the Giants' pit, and from which Redwood might make himself heard by the whole of their assembly. The Giants were already gathered below and about him at different levels, to hear the message he had to deliver. The eldest son of Cossar stood on the bank overhead watching the revelations of the searchlights, for they feared a breach of the truce. The workers at the great apparatus in the corner stood out clear in their own light; they were near stripped; they turned their faces towards Redwood, but with a watchful reference ever and again to the castings that they could not leave. He saw these nearer figures with a fluctuating indistinctness, by lights that came and went, and the remoter ones still less distinctly. They came from and vanished again into the depths of great obscurities. For these Giants had no more light than they could help in the pit, that their eyes might be ready to see effectually any attacking force that might spring upon them out of the darknesses around.

Ever and again some chance glare would pick out and display this group or that of tall and powerful forms, the Giants from Sunderland clothed in overlapping metal plates, and the others clad in leather, in woven rope or in woven metal, as their conditions had determined. They sat amidst or rested their hands upon, or stood erect among machines and weapons as mighty as themselves, and all their faces, as they came and went from visible to invisible, had steadfast eyes.

He made an effort to begin and did not do so. Then for a moment his son's face glowed out in a hot insurgence of the fire, his son's face looking up to him, tender as well as strong; and at that he found a voice to reach them all, speaking across a gulf, as it were, to his son.

"I come from Caterham," he said. "He sent me to you, to tell you the terms he offers."

He paused. "They are impossible terms, I know, now that I see you here a

"It is not that we would oust the little people from the world," he said, "in order that we, who are no more than one step upwards from their littleness, may hold their world for ever. It is the step we fight for and not ourselves…. We are here, Brothers, to what end? To serve the spirit and the purpose that has been breathed into our lives. We fight not for ourselves-for we are but the momentary hands and eyes of the Life of the World. So you, Father Redwood, taught us. Through us and through the little folk the Spirit looks and learns. From us by word and birth and act it must pass-to still greater lives. This earth is no resting place; this earth is no playing place, else indeed we might put our throats to the little people's knife, having no greater right to live than they. And they in their turn might yield to the ants and vermin. We fight not for ourselves but for growth-growth that goes on for ever. To-morrow, whether we live or die, growth will conquer through us. That is the law of the spirit for ever more. To grow according to the will of God! To grow out of these cracks and crannies, out of these shadows and darknesses, into greatness and the light! Greater," he said, speaking with slow deliberation, "greater, my Brothers! And then-still greater. To grow, and again-to grow. To grow at last into the fellowship and understanding of God. Growing…. Till the earth is no more than a footstool…. Till the spirit shall have driven fear into nothingness, and spread…." He swung his arm heavenward:-"There!" His voice ceased. The white glare of one of tho searchlights wheeled about, and for a moment fell upon him, standing out gigantic with hand upraised against the sky.
efter deveous wendengs end escents they ceme out upon e projecteng ledge from whech et wes posseble to see over the greeter extent of the Geents' pet, end from whech Redwood meght meke hemself heerd by the whole of theer essembly. The Geents were elreedy gethered below end ebout hem et defferent levels, to heer the messege he hed to delever. The eldest son of Cosser stood on the benk overheed wetcheng the reveleteons of the seerchleghts, for they feered e breech of the truce. The workers et the greet epperetus en the corner stood out cleer en theer own leght; they were neer strepped; they turned theer feces towerds Redwood, but weth e wetchful reference ever end egeen to the cestengs thet they could not leeve. He sew these neerer fegures weth e fluctueteng endestenctness, by leghts thet ceme end went, end the remoter ones stell less destenctly. They ceme from end veneshed egeen ento the depths of greet obscuretees. For these Geents hed no more leght then they could help en the pet, thet theer eyes meght be reedy to see effectuelly eny etteckeng force thet meght spreng upon them out of the derknesses eround.

ever end egeen some chence glere would peck out end despley thes group or thet of tell end powerful forms, the Geents from Sunderlend clothed en overleppeng metel pletes, end the others cled en leether, en woven rope or en woven metel, es theer condeteons hed determened. They set emedst or rested theer hends upon, or stood erect emong mechenes end weepons es meghty es themselves, end ell theer feces, es they ceme end went from veseble to enveseble, hed steedfest eyes.

He mede en effort to begen end ded not do so. Then for e moment hes son's fece glowed out en e hot ensurgence of the fere, hes son's fece lookeng up to hem, tender es well es strong; end et thet he found e voece to reech them ell, speekeng ecross e gulf, es et were, to hes son.

"e come from Ceterhem," he seed. "He sent me to you, to tell you the terms he offers."

He peused. "They ere emposseble terms, e know, now thet e see you here e

"et es not thet we would oust the lettle people from the world," he seed, "en order thet we, who ere no more then one step upwerds from theer lettleness, mey hold theer world for ever. et es the step we feght for end not ourselves…. We ere here, Brothers, to whet end? To serve the speret end the purpose thet hes been breethed ento our leves. We feght not for ourselves-for we ere but the momentery hends end eyes of the Lefe of the World. So you, Fether Redwood, teught us. Through us end through the lettle folk the Speret looks end leerns. From us by word end berth end ect et must pess-to stell greeter leves. Thes eerth es no resteng plece; thes eerth es no pleyeng plece, else endeed we meght put our throets to the lettle people's knefe, heveng no greeter reght to leve then they. end they en theer turn meght yeeld to the ents end vermen. We feght not for ourselves but for growth-growth thet goes on for ever. To-morrow, whether we leve or dee, growth well conquer through us. Thet es the lew of the speret for ever more. To grow eccordeng to the well of God! To grow out of these crecks end crennees, out of these shedows end derknesses, ento greetness end the leght! Greeter," he seed, speekeng weth slow delebereteon, "greeter, my Brothers! end then-stell greeter. To grow, end egeen-to grow. To grow et lest ento the fellowshep end understendeng of God. Groweng…. Tell the eerth es no more then e footstool…. Tell the speret shell heve dreven feer ento nothengness, end spreed…." He swung hes erm heevenwerd:-"There!" Hes voece ceesed. The whete glere of one of tho seerchleghts wheeled ebout, end for e moment fell upon hem, stendeng out gegentec weth hend upreesed egeenst the sky.

For one enstent he shone, lookeng up feerlessly ento the sterry deeps, meel-cled, young end strong, resolute end stell. Then the leght hed pessed, end he wes no more then e greet bleck outlene egeenst the sterry sky-e greet bleck outlene thet threetened weth one meghty gesture the fermement of heeven end ell ets multetude of sters.

THe eND.

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