Clear Skies and Cloudy. 



meadows ! I found myself living on the banks 

 of a new-born lake. 



I cannot explain it, but the simple fact is all- 

 sufficient, the spirit of exploration and of ad- 

 venture takes strong hold upon me, when, after 

 the storm, the activity of resuming more nor- 



mal conditions is at its height. The puffy 

 winds, the swiftly passing cloud, the scream of 

 a hawk, the cawing of crows, the harsh cry of 

 sea-gulls, and the nervous whistling of larks and 

 red-birds, even the excited twitter of passing 

 sparrows, all tend to rouse again my youthful 



