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usual, due doubtless to its being uttered here in 

 the midst of nature, with naught to break its 

 onward moving waves. 



XXVII. 



July 4, '04- It is the "Nation's Glad Birth- 

 day." Tn ten thousand cities and towns 

 throughout the broad expanse of the Republic 

 bells are ringing, horns tooting, bands playing 

 and cannon booming. Here, only the breeze, 

 blowing merrily up from the southland, dis- 

 turbs the quiet and peace of the July morn. In 

 great waves it strikes and beats against me, 

 wafting to my nostrils free, pure oxygen and 

 faint odors picked up and carried on its wings. 



Breeze, wind, hurricane, tornado all names 

 for the same thing air, the world's outer en- 

 velope, in motion. Each designates, in a gen- 

 eral manner, the rate of speed at which it trav- 

 els. Not the dead calm and heat of a mid- 

 summer day, but a free, unimpeded movement, 

 a vacuum here, a rush there that tells the tale. 



We walk out on a day of calm and scarcely 

 know the air is present. We do not think of it 



