MOUNT BERMUDA 



joy which has come only twice before in my life; 

 when I have been playing a silly game with myself 

 and my mind (as at present hugging the idea of 

 the Second Day of Creation), and suddenly have 

 had Earth or Sky or Cosmos take a hand, lean 

 down, and play with me. I felt like Ord when he 

 glimpsed the hand of the Player enormous in the 

 sky, over the heads of the gods. Only in my case it 

 was nothing but a little green sphere, which if very 

 hard might have been an emerald — if sheltering a 

 cluster of small seeds would most assuredly have 

 been a grape. My second memory was correct and 

 I knew my fingers had closed upon a Halicystis 

 floating in this waste of waters. And the knowledge 

 that it was this, made me shout aloud into the world 

 of drops that the Third Day of Creation had 

 dawned, and I was here to see ! But if I am to be a 

 consistent surveyor of the evolution of Nonsuch 

 I must keep my Halicystis shut away for a while 

 in my closed fist and pretend I have not yet 

 seen it. 



Bermuda has two nicknames which to us on Non- 

 such are gross misnomers. One is " The Isles of 

 Rest." This slogan comes stamped across our en- 

 velopes and for the average tourist is doubtless very 

 true. To us, whose work-day is measured only by 

 our physical being's absolute limit of energy, it is 

 only comic. The second is " Coral Islands," when 

 as a matter of fact there is not a particle of coral 

 in the inorganic make-up of Bermuda. Living 

 coral, in small and large heads, is indeed abundant 



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