440 MYSTIC ISLES 



"Our neighbors are all fishermen, and we are friends. 

 We drink no wine, we want no tobacco. We have health 

 and nature ; books and music supply our interests. Life 

 is placid, even sweet." 



When I bade them good-by it was with regret. They 

 had found a refuge, and they had love, and yet they 

 wanted to aid in the revolution they believed in. I 

 restrained myself from pointing out that Tolstoi, at the 

 last, forsook even his family to seek solitude and die. 



