ON THE COAST OF AEEAN 167 



CHAPTEE XVII 



The holidays were fruitful, but must end ; 



One August evening had a cooler breath ; 



Into each mind intru ding 'duties crept ; 



Under the cinders burned the fires of home ; 



Nay, letters found us in our Paradise ; 



So in the gladness of the new event 



We struck our camp, and left the happy hills. 



EALPH WALDO EMERSON. The Adirondacs. 

 COBKIE : Friday, August 29. 



THE weather continues wild and broken, but 

 sunlight predominates over rain; and during 

 the morning I have counted more than a dozen 

 rainbows gleaming over the sea. Some are 

 complete, some are in segments, one or two 

 have been double and very brilliant, but none, 

 of course, have equalled the splendid circle seen 

 from the mountain-side yesterday. The most 



