But look now, at what happened. There was something about the project and character of the Simpleton of the North Mountain, that attracted the attention of the Serpent-Brandishing deities. They reported the matter to Almighty God; who was interested; and perhaps was less patient than the simpleton.--I do not quite know who this person translated 'Almighty God' may be; I think he figures in the Taoist hierarchy somewhere below Laotse and the other Adepts. At any rate he was in a position to order the two sons of K'ua O--and I do not know who K'ua O and his sons were-- to expedite matters. So the one of them took up T'ai-hsing, and the other Wu-wang, and transported them to the positions where they remain to this day to prove the truth of Liehtse's story. Further proof:--the region between Ts'i in the north and Han in the south--that is to say, northern Homan--is still and has been ever since, an unbroken plain. And perhaps, behind this naive Chinesity, lie grand enunciations of occult law. . . . I will end with what is probably Liehtse's most famous story-- and, from a purely literary standpoint, his best. It is worthy of Chwangtse himself; and I tell it less for its philosophy than for its fun. One morning a fuel-gatherer--we may call him Li for convenience, though Liehtse leaves him nameless--killed a deer in the forest; and to keep the carcass safe till he went home in the evening, hid it under a pile of brushwood. His work during the day took him far and when he looked for the deer again, he could not find it. "I must have dreamed the whole thing," he said;--and satisfied himself with that explanation. He made a verse about it as he trudged home through the woods, and went crooning: At dawn in the hollow, beside the stream, I hid the deer I killed in the dream; At eve I sought for it far and near; And found 'twas a dream that I killed the deer. He passed the cottage of Yen the woodman--Yen we may call him, though Liehtse calls him nothing.--who heard the song, and pondered. "One might as well take a look at the place," thought he; it seemed to him it might be such and such a hollow, by such and such a stream. Thither he went, and found the pile of brushwood; It looked to him a likely place enough to hide a deer under. He made search, and there the carcass was. He took it home and explained the matter to his wife. "Once upon a time," said he, "a fuel-gatherer dreamed he had killed a deer and forgotten where he had hidden it. Now I have got the deer, and here it is; so his dream came true, in a way."--"Rubbish!" she answered. "It was you must have dreamed the fuel-gatherer and his dreim. You must have killed the deer yourself, since you have it there; but where is your fuel-gatherer?"