42 STARLIGHT AND SUNSHINE. 
But though the dial sleeps, the hours have flown. A long 
jaunt this for daylight folk. Already the “keen insistent hint of 
dawn” hovers above the eastern hill, and yet, lost in the absorbing 
panorama beneath our lantern, how much of the night’s truest 
witchery have we passed without a tribute!—The balmy mist, the 
songs of dreaming birds, the flutter of wings unseen, the drone 
of beetles, the sly footfall among the dried leaves, the glowing 
eyes among the shadowy herbage, the thousand mysteries of scent 
and sound—one or all, each enters into that pleasant sense of 
‘new and welcome acquisition which now is ours. We return to 
our pillow conscious that in this night we have not only doubled 
our own possessions, but have won a supreme title to those of 
our neighbor, against which no litigation can prevail. We have 
explored a new world—a realm which we can look in the face on 
the morrow with an exchange of recognition impossible yesterday. 
