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to see that the embers of last night’s log fire were still 
smouldering outside. So I stirred them into a warm glow, 
and putting a camp chair and a miniature table beside 
them, enjoyed the luxury of hot coffee as I have rarely 
done. Surely there is a way of taking even animal 
pleasures that does not debase. I loathe an epicure, but I 
would not be a stoic either. It has always seemed to me 
that the breadth of mind of the great Apostle of the 
Gentiles nowhere shows itself more strikingly than when 
he says that he is instructed both to be full and to be 
hungry. Even in little things I should like to learn the 
same lesson. So I think it no shame to dwell on the 
recollection of that pleasant cup of coffee beside the warm 
fire and under the green trees, before as yet the sun had 
shown himself over the high hills to the east. In strange 
contrast to my cosy arrangements, but with evident zest 
too, a troop of monkeys were having their chotee hazree on 
the trees all round ; so I got out my binoculars to have a 
good look at them. I was not in a speculative mood. 
Speculation, the effort to reach from the known to the 
unknown, is an exercise without which some minds cannot 
grow. They are like some climbing plants, which throw 
out long, blind arms into the air, groping for something of 
