A PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE 81. 



By a great ledge of rock far out in the 

 lake he found a sanctuary. Remorse was 

 his, the first he had ever known. And lone- 

 liness. Now it was denied him, he coveted 

 the company of his kind. The friendly 

 school dashes through the darkening waters, 

 little acts denoting understanding and help- 

 fulness for all these a Voice cried out 

 within him, an old Paleolithic voice that 

 surged and troubled. 



Blindly he made his way back toward the 

 school. Leaper was in the midst of it, 

 object of solicitude from Gloria, subject 

 of sympathy from all. When Old Black 

 Bass entered the outer fringe, they surveyed 

 him with resentment and renewed loathing. 

 Dorsal spines flared on many backs, expect- 

 ant of attack. 



But he struck not. He had learned that 

 it is not by might or power, blustering or 

 force, but by a kindly spirit that the world 

 is gained. And realizing this, he coveted 

 nothing more than a chance to let his fel- 

 lows see that at last he understood. 



Chances came. A school of shiners was 

 encountered, and he held back till the 

 others had fed. Hot sun beat upon the 



