A Thousand-Mile Walk 
at once, lumbering along like a loose floating 
island. But our little schooner, buoyant as a 
gull, glides up one side and down the other of 
each wave hill in delightful rhythm. As we 
advanced the scenery increased in grandeur 
and beauty. The waves heaved higher and 
grew wider, with corresponding motion. It 
was delightful to ride over this unsullied coun- 
try of ever-changing water, and when looking 
upward from the shallow vales, or abroad over 
the round expanse from the tops of the wave 
hills, I almost forgot at times that the glassy, 
treeless country was forbidden to walkers. How 
delightful it would be to ramble over it on foot, 
enjoying the transparent crystal ground, and 
the music of its rising and falling hillocks, un- 
marred by the ropes and spars of a ship; to 
study the plants of these waving plains and 
their stream-currents; to sleep in wild weather 
in a bed of phosphorescent wave-foam, or briny 
scented seaweeds; to see the fishes by night in 
pathways of phosphorescent light; to walk the 
glassy plain in calm, with birds and flocks of 
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