My First Summer 



toward the North Dome with a good glass 

 when it first came in sight, he might have 

 seen me jump up from my work and run 

 toward him. This seems the one well- 

 defined marvel of my life of the kind 

 called supernatural ; for, absorbed in glad 

 Nature, spirit-rappings, second sight, ghost 

 stories, etc., have never interested me since 

 boyhood, seeming comparatively useless 

 and infinitely less wonderful than Nature's 

 open, harmonious, songful, sunny, every-day 

 beauty. 



This morning, when I thought of having 

 to appear among tourists at a hotel, I was 

 troubled because I had no suitable clothes, 

 and at best am desperately bashful and shy. 

 I was determined to go, however, to see 

 my old friend after two years among stran- 

 gers ; got on a clean pair of overalls, a cash- 

 mere shirt, and a sort of jacket, the 

 best my camp wardrobe afforded, tied 

 my note-book on my belt, and strode away 

 on my strange journey, followed by Carlo. 



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