THE LANDSCAPE BEAUTIFUL 



Every kind of weather is good. I well 

 remember a record-breaking blizzard on the 

 plains. All day long and into the night I 

 was out in it working with a herd of insuf- 

 ficiently protected cattle. Some of the 

 cattle suffered, but I was happy and I still 

 look back on that day with joy. It certainly 

 was a glorious spectacle to look at. For 

 six weeks one summer I lay abed with a 

 raging fever in a southern country where 

 the thermometer every day ranged well 

 above one hundred degrees, yet I still 

 remember with delight the wavering, cool- 

 ing breeze that came in at the open window, 

 and the magnificence of the thunder 

 showers that swept over the sky while I 

 lay there. I was not well nor happy those 

 days, but I couldn't blame the weather for 

 it. I have been on the open ocean when 

 the wind blew a gale, and when every third 

 roller came sweeping over the upper deck. 

 I confess I was miserably sick, but I laid that, 

 not to the wind, but to my stomach. When 

 I could momentarily command that rebel- 

 lious organ, I went on deck and faced the 

 storm, and I thought it was the most 

 glorious weather I ever saw. I envied 

 those old sailors with their waterproof 



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