AUTUMN, 1912 281 



the body: the eye on a swivel has never lost sight 

 of the blue wanderer; it is fixed on him even now; 

 the tongue follows like lightning, and lo, the fly has 

 vanished, and will buzz and look blue no more ! 



Meanwhile, the same chameleon, on the other side 

 of him, has fallen into a doze, or reverie, or is per- 

 chance philosophising, the eye on that side being 

 sunk into the skull. One could say that he is lying 

 comfortably muffled up at home, lapped in rosy 

 dreams, while his fellow-chameleon, the other half 

 of him, is abroad hunting, practising all his subtle 

 strategy to capture a shy volatile quarry. Yet at 

 any moment these two, so divided in mind and 

 indifferent to each other's doings and thinkings, can 

 merge into one: they literally pull themselves to- 

 gether, and a single will takes command of the entire 

 body, from the gargoyle head to the prehensile tail. 



I can laugh now at the plight I was in just through 

 not being made like a chameleon; but it wasn't a 

 laughing matter when Conscience pointed sternly 

 to the writing-table and at the same time a persuasive 

 voice called to me from the door to come out, other- 

 wise I should miss something never again to be seen. 

 No hint as to what the wonderful thing was to 

 be, nor when nor where it was to be seen: all I 

 had to do was to be out all day, patiently waiting 

 and watching! 



The wonder is that when, in spite of conscience, I 

 got away, I did witness some things which were 

 actually worth recording. Thus, one day while sitting 

 by the old sea-ruined coastguard station on the 



