still, lies as even as a sleeping sea. Yet what 

 moods ! What changes ! What constant variety 

 of detail everywhere ! In The Marshes of Glynn 

 there was 



A league and a league of marsh-grass, waist-high, broad 



in the blade, 

 Green, and all of a height, and unflecked with a light 



or a shade, 



but not in these Maurice River marshes. Here, 

 to-day, the sun was blazing, kindling millions of 

 tiny suns in the salt-wet blades ; and instead of 

 waist-high grass, there lay around me acres and 

 acres of the fine rich hay-grass, full-grown, but 

 without a blade wider than a knitting-needle or 

 taller than my knee. It covered the marsh like 

 a deep, thick fur, like a wonderland carpet into 

 whose elastic, velvety pile my feet sank and 

 sank, never quite feeling the floor. Here and 

 there were patches of higher sedges, green, but 

 of differing shades, which seemed spread upon 

 the grass carpet like long-napped rugs. 



Ahead of me the even green broke suddenly 

 over a shoal of sand into tall, tufted grasses, into 

 rose, mallow, and stunted persimmon bushes, 

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