ON THE COAST OF AEEAN 31 



CHAPTEE IV 



Over our manhood bend the skies ; 



Against our fallen and traitor lives 

 The great winds utter prophecies ; 



With our faint hearts the mountain strives. 



Its arms outstretched, the Druid wood 



Waits with its benedicite ; 

 And to our age's drowsy blood 



Still shouts the inspiring sea. 



JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. The Vision of Sir LaunfaL 

 CORBIE : Friday, August 8. 



THE present month of August is dowered with 

 two moons ; or perhaps I had better say, with a 

 moon twice at the full. This is a clear gain to 

 us, and one which we greatly appreciate. On 

 the second night of our stay here we saw, as I 

 have already recorded, the broad golden disk a 

 perfect circle riding in the south ; and we 



