VI 



Going Back 



SOMEHOW I have felt a peculiar 

 exaltation of spirit this afternoon 

 as I sit here in the window watching 

 the crowds of youngsters skating yon- 

 der in the park. Fond as we are now 

 of a few weeks each winter at Palm 

 Beach, or maybe Coronado, I know 

 perfectly well that if I were compelled 

 to select anew a permanent abode, and 

 had to choose between the Yukon 

 and the Amazon, and you cared to 

 know which way I had passed, you 

 could send your searching party some- 

 where into the North; not perhaps to 

 the great white Arctic wilderness, but 

 at least within hailing distance of 

 "the roaring forties," where the rocks 

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