A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthurs Court by Mark Twain Chapter 22 Page 1

THE HOLY FOUNTAIN

The pilgrims were human beings. Otherwise they would have acted differently.

They had come a long and difficult journey, and now when the journey was nearly finished, and they learned that the main thing they had come for had ceased to e11st, they didn’t do as horses or cats or angle-worms would probably have done — turn back and get at something profitable — no, an11ous as they had before been to see the miraculous fountain, they were as much as forty times as an11ous now to see the place where it had used to be. There is no accounting for human beings.

We made good time; and a couple of hours before sunset we stood upon the high confines of the Valley of Holiness, and our eyes swept it from end to end and noted its