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back to the world. Then the little shadow spoke, that had
been a man.
"I am the last," he said.
No one had ever made Charon smile before, no one before
had ever made him weep.













The Death of Pan




When travellers from London entered Arcady they lamented one
to another the death of Pan.
And anon they saw him lying stiff and still.
Horned Pan was still and the dew was on his fur; he had
not the look of a live animal. And then they said, "It is
true that Pan is dead."
And, standing melancholy by that huge prone body, they
looked for long at memorable Pan.
And evening came and a small star appeared.
And presently from a hamlet of some Arcadian valley, with
a sound of idle song, Arcadian maidens came.
And, when they saw there, suddenly in the twilight, that
old recumbent god, they stopped in their running and
whispered among themselves. "How silly he looks," they
said, and thereat they laughed a little.
And at the sound of their laughter Pan leaped up and the
gravel flew from his hooves.
And, for as long as the travellers stood and listened,
the crags and the hill-tops of Arcady rang with the sounds
of pursuit.