ascent. One who can climb tlie mountain blind 

 to the revelation, unaware of the mystery in the 

 humblest flower-cup, has no eyes for the far- 

 rolling mightiness of peak and plain and un- 

 blurred boundary of sky revolving round, him on 

 the summit. 



But it takes a trained eye to see the sand- 

 wort, while any eye not totally blind can shift 

 about in its socket and make out mountains from 

 the top of Washington. 



The tickle-bird-screamer naturalists have a 

 mere passing, fashionable madness. It came 

 suddenly one day, during a parlor lecture on 

 birds ; it will go away with the next dog-show. 



Such lovers are none the worse for their pas- 

 sion ; only they never come to know the out-of- 

 doors. Poetry, lectures, nature-books are for 

 them, and museums of stuffed, made things. 

 The out-of-doors requires too much patience, 

 alertness, insight, and sincerity. 



II 



As they sat on the porch, so this story goes, 



the school trustee casually called attention to a 



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