By night, on the eastern slope, Oman, under the lightof the stars and moon, built a great funeral pyre of drywood, brought from his store in the cave. There was init neither sandal nor aloes, nor yet frankincense, nor anyfragrant spice to cover the stench of burning humanflesh. But the dry fagots would blaze high and fast;and the gay flames would quickly purify the long-tenantedbody. When all was ready, Oman returned tothe cave, and, lifting the still form of the old man, boreit out into the air of heaven and laid it on the pyre, itsface turned toward the west, where the moon was nowquietly sinking. Then, with a blazing stick broughtfrom the cave, he lighted the funeral pyre and stoodwatching the flame-wreath that rose in a halo round thehoary head.
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