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We stood there watching, longing to prevent the sacrifice, as he moved away froht, that slender figure, in frayed, tattered black robe, going forward alone, and in agony, to death or torture It was in my heart to cry after hihty motive of his sacrifice, and restrained me with uplifted hand Far up the canyon, he paused a lanced back The distance already veiled his face, but up into the sunlight he lifted the silver crucifix Then he disappeared--to endure his fate in Christ's name Then, hand in hand and heart to heart, our voices silent, Eloise and I went down into the valley to where the boats lay The dead past was behind us; the future was our own