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sky, and a vast expanse of open water lent itself 
neither to ealm appraisal nor to impromptu cuff- 
notes. 
It was recalled to my mind that the miracle 
of sunrise occurred every morning, and was not 
a rather belated alternation of illumination, fol- 
lowing the quenching of Broadway’s lights. And 
the moon I found was as dependable as when I 
timed my Himalayan expeditions by her shad- 
owings. To these phenomena I soon became re- 
accustomed, and could watch a bird or outwit an 
insect in the face of a foreglow and silent burst 
of flame that shamed all the barrages ever laid 
down. But cosmic happenings kept drawing my 
attention and paralyzing my activities for long 
afterward. With a double rainbow and four 
storms in action at once; or a wall of rain like 
sawn steel slowly drawing up one river while the 
Mazaruni remains in full sunlight; with Pegasus 
galloping toward the zenith at midnight and the 
Pleiades just clearing the Penal Settlement, I 
could not always keep on dissecting, or record- 
ing, or verifying the erroneousness of one of my 
recently formed theories. 
There was Thuban, gazing steadily upon my 
little mahogany bungalow, as, six millenniums 
