BEYOND THE REALM OF WEATHER 201 



&quot;Oh, if you can t see &quot; I said. 



And then, suddenly, as we walked, my 

 whole attitude changed. The weather, as 

 weather, seemed something that belonged in 

 a city very far away, and no concern of 

 mine. This was n t weather, here where we 

 walked; it was a gray and boundless world of 

 mystery. We raised our heads high and 

 breathed long, deep breaths as the fog drifted 

 against our faces. We were aware of dim 

 masses of huddling bushes, blurred outlines 

 of sheds and fences. Then only the level 

 marsh stretched out before us and around us. 



&quot;Can we find our way out again?&quot; I mur 

 mured, though without real anxiety. 



&quot;Probably,&quot; said Jonathan. &quot;Isn t it 

 great! You feel as if you had a soul out here! 

 By the way, what was it you said about 

 fools?&quot; 



&quot;I forget,&quot; I said. 



We went on and on, I don t know just 

 where or how long, until we came to the creek, 

 where the tide sets in and out. I should have 

 walked into it if Jonathan had n t held me 

 back. As we followed it, there rose a hoarse, 

 raucous &quot;Ngwalc ! ngwak ! ngwak I &quot; and a great 



