22 The Life Worth Living 



How any man can build his home away 

 from water so long as there is a water front 

 left is something I cannot understand. The 

 house is located just two hundred feet from 

 the river's edge from one corner of the porch, 

 and from the other corner the lawn stretches 

 away into a reach of three hundred yards of 

 open greensward before it merges into the tide. 



This flashing glory of opal, emerald, and 

 turquoise water, changing its tint with every 

 passing cloud and breath of wind, reflecting 

 every mood of sky and shore, with each white- 

 winged sail that skims its surface — all now 

 are of the rhythm of our very life. The storm, 

 with its ten thousand whitecaps dancing and 

 foaming and thundering on the shore, the 

 mirrored pictures of the calm, the endless 

 panorama of sun and moon and star are ours 

 for the lifting of the eye. 



And we got it all in exchange for a few 

 feet of scorched mud, and a cement cat-yard 

 19 x 20. 



