AN OCTOBEE ABEOAD 235 



passed the Hook, and were moving slowly up the 

 hay in the midday splendor of the powerful and 

 dazzling light of the New World sun. And how 

 good things looked to me after even so brief an 

 absence ! — the brilliancy, the roominess, the deep 

 transparent blue of the sky, the clear, sharp out- 

 lines, the metropolitan splendor of New York, and 

 especially of Broadway; and as I walked up that 

 great thoroughfare, and noted the familiar physiog- 

 nomy and the native nonchalance and independence, 

 I experienced the delight that only the returned 

 traveler can feel, — the instant preference of one's 

 own country and countrymen over all the rest of the 

 world. 



