88 THE ROLL OF THE SEASONS 



a tank at the Zoo. It is really a salmon, hatched in a 

 Thames hatchery for the restocking of that river, now 

 salmonless. About May or June each year this fish 

 grows silvery an undoubted salmon. It rushes to 

 the top of the water, and leaps in an evident desire 

 to leave the sea and ascend the river. Yet it is not 

 in the sea, but in a tank of fresh water. And where 

 is it that each human being desires to go? What 

 longing is it that stirs him each year when the spring 

 madness is upon him ? Perhaps he feels that he is 

 not playing precisely the right part in the universal 

 scheme. Perhaps he only then realises the oneness 

 of the world in which he lives. 



