E-text prepared by Suzanne Lybarger, Brian Janes, Janet Blenkinship, and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net) Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this file which includes the original illustrations. See 21999-h.htm or 21999-h.zip: (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/1/9/9/21999/21999-h/21999-h.htm) or (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/1/9/9/21999/21999-h.zip) THE WIND BLOWETH by DONN BYRNE Author of "Messer Marco Polo," etc. Illustrated by George Bellows [Illustration] New York The Century Co. Copyright, 1922, by The Century Co. Printed in U. S. A. A DEDICATION: A PRAYER Whilst I was working on the various problems of "The Wind Bloweth"--problems of wisdom, of color, of phrasing, and trying to capture the elusive, unbearable ache that is the mainspring of humanity, and doing this through the medium of a race I knew best, a race that affirms the divinity of Jesus and yet believes in the little people of the hills, a race that loves its own land, and yet will wander the wide world over, a race that loves battle, and yet always falls--whilst doing this, it seemed to me that I was capturing for an instant a beauty that was dying slowly, imperceptibly, but would soon be gone. Perhaps it was the lilt of a Gaelic song in these pages that brought a sorrow on me. That very sweet language will be gone soon, if not gone already, and no book learning will revive the suppleness of idiom, that haunting misty loveliness.... It is a very pathetic thing to see a literature and a romance die. But then, what ever dies? There is only change. For people in the coming times the economist and the expert in politics may have the beauty and wisdom old men have known in poems and strange tales. A mammoth building is as romantic to a new age as were the subtle carvings of Phidias to Greeks of old. For the master of commerce an oil-driven steel ship has the beauty old folk have seen in cloudy pyramids of sail. What we have considered beautiful will be quaint. And their tolerant smile will hurt us under the wind-swept grass.