A JOURNEY TO NATURE 



along the high ground were beginning to breathe 

 in colours at the top in a long rim of deepening 

 dyes, with measureless chasms of changing shad 

 ows at the bottom, that opened depth after depth 

 of colour as the light crawled down. There were 

 some gray clouds outstretched above, like spectral 

 arms in a benediction, and as we looked, they 

 softly receded blushingly, like belated ghosts, as 

 the king in his majesty came revelling up. 



The Doctor looked at me. &quot; So Dionysos 

 and Arion saw it,&quot; he said. &quot; So the shepherd- 

 poet saw it, on the edge of the vanishing night, 

 when he stood with his flocks in the fields of Pal 

 estine and called on the hills to clap their hands, 

 which you can see they are now doing. I can 

 pick out every psalm that was inspired by the 

 daybreak ; there is a lusty elemental crow in it. 

 How is your sense of smell this morning? Do 

 you detect a flavor of fried ham on this atmos 

 phere ? There is a little pillar of smoke twisting 

 up under that hill. I dare say now that we can 

 get some ( biled coffee there. Let us on.&quot; 



He was right. We stood up in a big summer 

 kitchen among some stalwart farm hands and 

 took our bowls of &quot;biled coffee&quot; ravenously. It 

 was heavy and yellow with cream. It had a 

 humble &quot; body &quot; that no French distillation ever 

 had. What it lacked in aroma it made up in fibre. 

 The windows were wide open. The stiff west 

 ern breeze blew through and wrapped the frocks 

 of the maids about their legs, as they waited on 

 us, and the men in their shirt-sleeves were bois- 



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