In the Serpents' Path. 61 



wonders, I returned to the boat, picking my way 

 among the basking snakes that even now scarce 

 deigned to look at me ; and as I faced the rising 

 wind that more than ruffled the wide reach of 

 waters, I thought of my recent adventure, and 

 wondered, and still wonder, if the wind, turning 

 from its path and sweeping that sunny ledge of 

 rocks, drove again to their home in the forest 

 that writhing, squirming, crawling tangle of pretty 

 snakes. 



