HAMMOCK NIGHTS 229 
served at early breakfast by the maid-of-all- 
work. Which proves, I believe, that a mere bed 
may be a block in the path of philosophy, a com- 
monplace, and that truffles and hammocks— 
hammocks unquestionably—are twin doors to 
the land of romance. 
The swayer in hammocks may find amuse- 
ment and may enrich science by his record of 
observations; his memory will be more vivid, 
his caste the worthier, for the intimacy with wild 
things achieved when swinging between earth 
and sky, unfettered by mattress or roof. 
