O my brothers of the wilderness,

My little brothers,

For my necessities

I am about to kill you!

May the Master of Life who made you

In the form of the quarry

That the children may be fed,

Speedily provide you

Another house,

So there may be peace

Between me and thy spirit.

 

     Mary Austin

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