CHAPTER XIL 
THE CLOUDS ABOVE US. 
There never was a time when man did not find 
pleasure in watching the ever-changing clouds. I 
can not imagine them absent from the Garden of 
Eden, for the sun would be robbed of half his glorj 
if his face were never hid by them, or if there were 
no cloudscape upon which to spread his beautiful 
colors. 
A friend of mine moved to California at the be¬ 
ginning of the dry season. After weeks of cloudless 
sunshine the children grew homesick for these airy 
visitors. Indeed, we can scarcely imagine the infiu- 
ence of their presence upon the human mind. Even 
the city dweller, shut within the narrow limits of 
twenty-five feet of annual sameness, has above him a 
range of beautiful scenery which he may call all his 
own. He may see mountain ranges stretching across 
the heavens and sloping down to lofty plateaus full of 
beauty and interest. The open country, with its more 
extended horizon, nourishes the imagination not 
merely of fancy but one that brings much be|BiK| 
into the very practical things of life. Thrice happy 
is that boy or girl who may have the privilege of 
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