60 With Feet to the Earth 



remember names of mountains, for it's as 

 much as I can do to remember the names 

 of men." 



"Is it Wachusett?" I asked. 



"Ah, that is it," he answered, with a 

 smile, as if he were glad to recover it. 

 During the trip I furtively watched his face 

 and wondered at the serenity that made it 

 beautiful. It was suffused by a peace that 

 seemed not to have known reverse. Some 

 women entered the car. He arose to 

 give his seat to them. I insisted that he 

 should remain, and that one of them 

 should take mine, and standing at the door 

 I could but remark the absorbed yet placid 

 air he wore as he looked through the 

 window at the flying landscape. His eyes 

 had great lucency, softness, and benignity. 

 Two ruddy farmers standing in the aisle 

 were discussing Schopenhauer. Truly this 

 was Concord. Arrived in Boston, I re- 

 called a phrase in one of Emerson's essays 

 in disparagement of handshaking, so that I 

 was for bowing a farewell and going about 

 my affairs, but he smiled again in his clear 

 and winning way and held out his hand, 



