NATURE FOR ITS OWN SAKE 
The uses of 
storm, 
Without the 
sea. 
acres lying back from it. Out of the ocean 
come the vapors that form the clouds; and 
the massive ranks of nimbus that voyage inland 
with the storm, creating uproar all along the 
coast, are the water-carriers for the land. The 
fountain, the stream, the brook, the river, and 
the lake; the dew on the grass, the sap in the 
tree, the color of the flower, and all the gorgeous 
garmenting of creation, are due to the vapors 
of the sea. If the time ever comes when there 
shall be “‘nomore sea,” then will come with it 
an end of all life. The primary physical condi- 
tions of life here on earth are heat, light, and 
moisture. With the last element gone, the first 
would follow, and the second would be rendered 
useless. The world would be as cold, dead, and 
colorless as our skeleton satellite the moon. The 
dread sea—so-called—was not created in vain. 
It has its uses and it certainly has its beauties. 
Mare horrendum it may be to some; but to 
those who know it well and have lived upon 
it or beside it all their lives, it is as lovable 
in its stern character and majestic desolation 
as the sands of Sahara to the wandering Bedou- 
in, or the tumbled-and-tossed Bad Lands of 
Dakota to the predatory Sioux. 
