MIDSUMMER MOONLIGHT 119 



row way to continue the guidance. No matter 

 how winding the path, it will keep you within its 

 borders if you will but give up your will to it. 



Stepping from this Egyptian shadow of the 

 pines to the full glare of midnight on the brow of 

 the hill was like having a searchlight thrown on 

 you. All things gleamed in a white radiance 

 which had rainbow margins where the dew hung 

 heaviest on nearby objects. 



By day in this spot the eye is photographic and 

 records every detail, by night you have the same 

 story told again by the brush of an impressionist. 

 It is the reverse with sounds. In the full glare 

 of the sun the myriad voices of the world mingle 

 in a clear roar that is a steady musical note, and 

 soon- you forget to hear it. By night each noise 

 is individual, and leaves its impress on the mind. 

 Whoever remembers the quality of noises he 

 hears by day in the city, however great the up- 

 roar? Who can forget the soothing chirp of 

 crickets in the grass at his feet by night ? 



Standing on a hilltop on such a midnight a man 

 may map the watercourses, large and small, for 

 miles around, though by day he can see from the 

 same place no glint of water. Here is a deep 

 lake of white fog which marks a marsh, and into 



