SLEEPING OUT OF DOORS 



a dark canoe bearing two happy souls; their voices 

 blend in snatches of folk song; the words come dimly 

 to my drowsy senses; but the meaning is the old, old 

 story which is ever new. Far off, the weird call of 

 a loon, nearer across the lake a tinkling bell, and a 

 faint "moo" breaks the stillness. 



And that brief glory which we call a falling star 

 thrilling us with its mysterious hint of power, as it 

 sweeps across the heavens! What is that strange up 

 heaval whose pale reflection reaches us? Can the 

 imagination leap those millions of long miles into the 

 abode of limitless space and grasp the meaning of that 

 molten mass? What a fascinating science is astronomy 

 to young and old alike! It offers that unbridled, riot 

 ous scope which one's imagination demands. Its 

 mighty numbers, its astounding facts, its inspiring dis 

 coveries but yet in the beginning bring one nearer 

 to a realization of the Infinite. Nothing can give one 

 a more appalling sense of the earth's speed than to look 

 through a fixed telescope at the Milky Way. With 

 incredible swiftness vast fields of stars rush across the 



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