Music of the Wild 



oring. Pearl white and pearl fine are the lustrous 

 blooms of the arrowhead. White pond lilies lift 

 faces of snow to the morning and resemble star 

 reflections at night, while the yellow are the purest 

 gold of nature's alchemy. Water hyacinths and 

 blue flags flash back the azure of the sky above 

 them, and clumps of foxfire blaze like flaming 

 torches. 



On the tops of the highest mountains can be 

 found evidence that they once were submerged, 

 and so I imagine that as the w r ater receded, in the 

 beginning, the whole earth was one great marsh. 

 When the waters evaporated or were pushed back 

 by eruptions, the highest places were left bare, the 

 next highest grew forests, the lower remain marsh, 

 and the lowest lakes and seas. 



The road to the marsh is not so difficult to find 

 as that to the forest. Men learn that it is easier 

 The to fell and burn trees than to control water in 

 Road to Jepth anc i quantity. The marsh road probably 

 will be either deep sand or corduroy laid in a bed 

 of muck; a mere path to the object of your goal, 

 but on either side of it lies the garden of the Lord. 

 Acres upon acres of the most brilliant color wav- 

 ing above man-height, interlaced by delicate vines 

 and watered with fountains springing naturally 

 from the wet bosom of earth and flowing away in 

 tiny streams so narrow they are soon lost beneath 

 the flowers closing over them, and so cold they 

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