OTHER WATER BORDERS 



sician might have felt in the presence of 

 an instrument known to be within his pro- 

 vince, but beyond his power. It was with 

 the relieved sense of having shaped a long 

 surmise that I watched the Senora Ro- 

 mero make a poultice of it for my burned 

 hand. 



On, down from the lower lakes to the 

 village weirs, the brown and golden disks of 

 helenum have beauty as a sufficient excuse 

 for being. The plants anchor out on tiny 

 capes, or mid-stream islets, with the nearly 

 sessile radicle leaves submerged. The 

 flowers keep up a constant trepidation in 

 time with the hasty water beating at their 

 stems, a quivering, instinct with life, that 

 seems always at the point of breaking into 

 flight ; just as the babble of the water- 

 courses always approaches articulation but 

 never quite achieves it. Although of wide 

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