for the walk had been long; but the botanist 

 and I were merry, and by the time we reached 

 the river bank and railway station, miles above 

 Ravine Rock, the day was too far spent to attempt 

 further learned discussion or give serious attention 

 to anything about us. Happy time! We were 

 our real selves again, and delighted to be natural, 

 to be animals rather than mentals, and to drink in 

 pleasure as we drew in the crisp air that came 

 rolling like a flood down the rock-ribbed valley. 

 For hours we had been lectured to and in turn had 

 lectured, but now were as boys out of school, and 

 who shall say what the practical folk thought of 

 us, who, for many miles, were their fellow-pas- 

 sengers ? I am sure they did not credit us with 

 being in league with any ology. 



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