HAMMOCK NIGHTS 229 



served at early breakfast by the maid-of-all- 

 work. Which proves, I beheve, that a mere bed 

 may be a block in the path of philosophy, a com- 

 monplace, and that truffles and hammocks — 

 hammocks unquestionably — are twin doors to 

 the land of romance. 



The swayer in hammocks may find amuse- 

 ment and may enrich science by his record of 

 observations; his memory will be more vivid, 

 his caste the worthier, for the intimacy with wild 

 things achieved when swinging between earth 

 and sky, unfettered by mattress or roof. 



