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Light, flavorful tobaccos, specially selected and specially processed for filter smoking. Filter blend. That's why it's fun to smoke Winston. America's best-selling filter cigarette. Winston tastes good like a cigarette should. Once I had made my way across the Cordillera. I had to find Senor Cartwright if he was still alive. Or it was he who'd seen me last, that terrible night more than a year ago. When I slipped and fell from a ledge 18,000 feet up the pace of Marasca D'Octubre. It was a long and painful journey. But at last I arrived at the mine, high in the Andes above Quito, where Senor Cartwright was superintendent. I dragged my aching feet across the porch of a shack and tapped on the door. Come in. Senor Cartwright, is it you? Yes. What do you want? You do not know me, Senor. No. No, I... You look like a man I once knew, but... Oh, no, he's... He is dead. Dead in the slopes of Marasca D'Octubre. Nunez. The guide. No, it couldn't be. Nunez, the guide. See, Senor, that is what I was called. But you fell, I saw you fall. Yes. But it's unbelievable. Perhaps the guards of the mountains had some reason to spare me. Yes. If we had had any idea, we would... I know, I know. I do not blame you. You could not have reached me. And if you had, I should not have welcomed you. Not at first. But... But later... What do you mean? Senor, you have heard the legend of the country of the blind. Yes. Something about a fertile valley high in the mountains, which was cut off centuries ago by a great landslide. The people who lived there had developed a strange illness, which slowly made them blind, and after that, their children were born blind. Yes. But what has that got to do with... It is no legend, Senor. It is true. What? And you have heard the saying, in the country of the blind, a one-eyed man is king. Yes. That is not true, Senor. I'm afraid I don't follow you, Nunez. Suppose you begin at the beginning. Very well. You remember that night on the face of the mountain? I'll never forget it. Trapped on a ledge scarcely a yard wide, you, Williamson and I, you had unfastened your safety rope and were trying to set up a shelter when you slipped. Yes, I slipped, and I fell. Down. Down through the icy black mountains. I felt perhaps a thousand feet before I felt the heavy stinging impact of snow. I had fallen onto an almost perpendicular slope, and then I was sliding, tumbling over and over, and under me, around me in immense avalanche of snow was rumbling, sliding with me. I fell with the snow for what seemed minutes every second, expecting the terrible final impact. Slowly the avalanche subsided, flowing out upon a gentler slope. And finally, mercifully, I lost consciousness. When I awoke, it was morning. My clothes were torn. I was bruised and bleeding. I ached in every muscle, but I had not one single broken bone. I lay there and offered up a prayer of thanksgiving to the gods of the mountain. I lay a lush valley, sparkling in the morning sunlight. I could see the stately trees and the green meadows, fresh with dew. And then I saw them, men and women working in the fields, nearby a collection of windowless huts marked a village. Then I saw two of the men quite close to me. Two of the men who were quite close failed to notice me as I approached, until I shouted. And only then did they look up, attentively in my direction. I waved widely at them, but they took no notice. Why, the fools must be blind. Blind? Could it be that I had fallen into, into the country of the blind? In just a moment, we will return for the second act of... suspense. Gift sets by Yardley. Almost Christmas, no time to lose. Lots and lots of gifts to choose. Is it too late? Give her a gift set by Yardley. For her, there's a beautiful array of all new Yardley gifts, from $1.50 to $13.50. 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Gently on the eyes. Eyes? What are eyes? This is strange. Feel this courier. Yes. He is but imperfectly formed. Some strange bulge there. Unseemly. No, no, no. Your eyes are shrunken in, but mine are whole. I can, I can see. See. See. Pedro. He is a strange wild one. I wonder where he came from. Down out of the rock, no doubt. No, no, from over the mountains. Out of the country, beyond there. Where men can see. From Bogota. Where there are a hundred thousand people. And the city stretches out of sight. Sight. What strange words he uses. Without meaning. Feel the coarseness of his hair. Like a llamas. Yeah. And you have come into the world. Into. No, no, no. Out of the world. The big world. Beyond the mountains. The world that stretches twelve days journey to the sea. Our fathers have told us men may be made by forces of nature. It is the warmth of things and moisture and rottenness. We must lead him to the elders. But there's no need to lead me. I can see. See. Yes, of course. Oh, I, I didn't see your water bucket. His mind is still imperfect. He stumbles and talks meaningless words. Lead him by the hand. But look, really, I, well, all right. These people had been blind for centuries. They had forgotten even the words associated with seeing. They did not know what sight was. And they thought me an idiot only half formed. Especially when they led me into the pitch blackness. One of their windowless huts. And I stumbled over someone. A thousand pardons, Menina Sorote. He is a clumsy one. Oh, I'm sorry. I, I fell down. I just couldn't see in the darkness. Who is this? What is he saying? He is but newly formed. He has come down from the rocks. He stumbles as he walks. And mingles words that mean nothing with his speech. He is a wild man out of the rocks. No, no, I come from Bogota. Over the mountains. You see, you hear Bogota. He uses wild words. His mind is hardly formed. He has only the beginnings of speech. Bogota? Yes, yes. I come from the great world where men have eyes and see. That must be his name. Bogota. He stumbled twice as we came further. He must be taught. No, don't you understand? I can see but not in the dark. To you, darkness or light, it is all the same. But to me, to us who can see. To us, outside in the world, beyond the mountains. Mountains? What are mountains? Oh, very well, then, beyond the rocks. There is nothing beyond the rocks. That is the end of the world. But surely you must realize that the sky above covers more than this valley. Sky? Above? There is nothing above but the roof of rock. He is very raw, my children. He shall have to be taught from the beginnings. Take him away, feed him, it shall be done. But guide him. See that he does not stumble over my daughter again. I shall guide him myself, Father, and feed him. Very well. Come, take my hand. Thank you. It will be a pleasure to get outside again. Out of this darkness. Come, this way. What is your name? Medina Sarote. Mine is Juan. Juan Nunez. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, sunlight. Oh, this is better. And now I may look at you. Señorita, you are beautiful. And I have not the words to tell you what a wonderful thing you are to see. And so it began. I, the village idiot, the slave boy. I, with my eyes still whole. I fell in love with Medina Sarote, the daughter of the elder of the village. And only to her could I open my heart. Only to her could I speak of the beauty I could see around me. Oh, it is such a beautiful valley. It's green with grass and yellow with sunlight and flowers, bright flowers dotting the hills. And I, you said I was beautiful too. Oh, yes, Medina Sarote. You are most beautiful. It means something nice. Something very nice. Medina Sarote, why is it you have no husband? I have a disfigurement. These long hairs. Me, your eyelashes? But they are beautiful. They are considered a disfigurement. You are the most lovely girl in this valley. But they wouldn't know that here, would they? And so you have no husband? No. What do you think of me? Do you think of me as an idiot, like all the rest? No. No, you have much to learn, but you will learn it. I am sure. And you are kind and gentle. And your voice is soft. You speak the words that are soft and warm. No one has ever spoken such words to me. I shall speak them often, Medina Sarote. I would be very happy to. I will not have it. But father. He is an idiot. He has delusions. He cannot do anything right. But he is getting better. He is better than he was. And he is strong and kind. Stronger and kinder than anyone in the world. And he loves me. And I love him. No. I will not have it, great sir. If you please. See. What is it, good doctor? I have examined Bogota. And the case is clear to me. I think very probably he might be cured. Huh? And how might that be done? His brain is affected by something. And I believe I know what it is. Those queer things he calls eyes. Where we have but an agreeable depression. He has great lumps. Consequently, his brain is in a constant state of irritation. But what can be done to cure him, which is a very simple surgical operation, remove the cause of the irritation. We will merely cut out those things he calls eyes. In just a moment, we will return for the concluding act of suspense. Welcome Recording Star Mel Tormey. It's terrible trying to sing with a bad cold. So I always take four-way cold tablets to relieve cold miseries fast. Good idea. Tests of all the leading cold tablets proved four-way fastest acting. Four-way starts in minutes to relieve muscular pains, headache, reduce fever, calm upset stomach. Also overcomes irregularity. When you catch cold, try my way. Take four-way cold tablets. The fast way to relieve cold distress and feel better quickly. Four-way only 29 cents. Our program will continue in a moment after a word about another fine product of Grove Laboratories. Does dandruff dull your hair, leave scalp itchy? 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The stars. And you. Just to see you. It is good to have sight. And I would never see you again. I wish sometimes you would not talk like that. Like what? I know it's pretty. It's your imagination. I love it, but now I... Now? You want me to? Medina Serotti, if I were to consent to this... If you would. If only you would. What else can I do? You will never regret it, my dearest one. My dearest with the tender voice. Oh, Medina. Be brave. And carry my voice in your heart. Now I must go. And tomorrow? Yes. Tomorrow will be forever. Goodbye. Goodbye, Medina. I only meant to go up on the rocks and look out over the valley. To spend my last day of sight, feasting my eyes on the wonderful, beautiful world of light and color. I drank it in. The green of the fields. The blue of the gently curving stream. The orange of the lichens in the rocky crevices. I climbed higher to see the great snow-capped peaks towering above and away to the distant sky. And higher as the shadows turn the snow to purple and crimson and deep blue. The valley was far below. And as beautiful as a painting. But like a painting. Unreal. Medina Serrati was small and far away. A distant dream. And the world of sight was here. All around. Overpowering. I turned and began to climb up that sheer rock wall. How many months it took me to make my way out over those mountains. Over glaciers and snow fields and sheer precipices. I cannot guess. How I lived through the cold and the hunger of it. I cannot tell you. But I am here at last. Back from the country of the blind. Good heavens, man. What a terrible experience. Yes. Terrible. And wonderful. But you aren't sorry you came back? Sorry. I see her face clearly now. It is the only thing I see. No yes. No yes. You are. Yes. The gods of the mountains have had their revenge. Three months of crawling over the snow and ice. With the sun blaring down. Yes. I am blind. Suspense. 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Third in tonight's story where Bernard Grant is Nunez and Lynn Loring as Medina. Others in the cast included Arthur Cole, Ralph Camargo, Santos Ortega and Jackson Beck. Listen again next week when we return with a Korean Christmas Carol by George Bamber. Another tale well calculated to keep you in. Suspense. On CBS Radio.