36 EARLY SPRING: 
the great sun. It was low down in the 
heavens now, a dazzling ball of rich purple 
orange hue, with a blush of crimson-cerise, a 
tinge which it shows through the mist and 
smoke of a city when the atmosphere is 
humid and still, as it now was. Sharply 
outlined in the foreground were many house 
tops on the hill, varied here and there by a 
tall chimney slowly belching out its smoke, or 
the sharply-pointed spire of a church. Close 
by in the stillness of the wooded islands, as 
the boat glided noiselessly by, many birds 
were voicing their evening chirps or songs. 
Not far away the rumble of the trains, the 
hissing of their steam, and the frequent hoot 
of bicycles and motor-cars told of the busy 
human crowd that came and went. Suddenly, 
borne upon the breeze came loud hurrahs 
from a thousand young human. throats. 
This indicated a goal scored at some sternly 
contested football match, the winning goal of 
the day, it seemed, so prolonged were the 
cheers. Yet all here was quiet and serene, 
the falling night slowly hushing bird and 
