WRIT IN WATER 



does not disappoint our expectations. For 

 with water, as with every other element in 

 her control, she sooner or later plays the 

 mystic, forever luring man with the game of 

 hide-and-seek to keep his wonder alive. 

 How many of these hidden underground 

 streams there are that run "through caverns 

 measureless to man" we know as little as we 

 know the number of gold and silver veins 

 yet to be discovered. 



Related to the subterranean stream in its 

 charm of mystery are the thousands of 

 springs that bubble out of the earth, now as 

 pure as "dew distilled at even," or again 

 flavored with all manner of minerals for the 

 healing of all manner of ills. Here also 

 nature plays another of her favorite games, 

 "guess which," as she does with all her fruits, 

 herbs, and other edibles and non-edibles. 

 Out of a thousand different mineral springs 

 there may be one which will cure you. "Go 

 and find it, then," whispers the silence of 

 this wise Dame Sans Souci; "the game is 

 on with my mineral springs as it is with 

 everything else in my treasure-packed 



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