Saint of Mt. Koya
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"I followed the same trajectory, up the hill, over the hump, and down the other side. The peddler had preceded me, but had come to a halt at the bottom of the slope and was looking about in all directions. I was on my guard thinking he might be planning some mischief, but when I came closer, I saw what he was up to.

"At that point there was a fork in the road. One path led straight up the steep slope and was quite overgrown with grass on both sides. There was an enormous cypress tree there, so large it would have required four or five men joining hands to encircle its girth. This narrow path disappeared behind the cypress, then reappeared winding among three or four enormous boulders that climbed the slope in a steady line. I considered all this and decided it was not the path for me. Up to this point in my journey I had always felt that the wider path was surely the proper way to go, and from the looks of things, in this case too, by following the wider path for another couple of miles I would be well up into the mountains and on my way to the pass.


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