A journey to nature . hip hat burning like a crown of gold. Of courseit was Griselle coming to get our breakfast, with apail of fresh milk in her hand and Gabe Hotch-kiss trudging on behind. Really this was not sobad, but the disturbance that the birds made asshe came trippingly down the slope, struck me asbeing a little overdone and rather like the claqueat a professional matinee. Griselle utterly lacks the sense of noticed at the breakfast table that Charlie had anew doily under his plate with a capital C workedin its centre. What does a child of his age carefor such attentions
A journey to nature . hip hat burning like a crown of gold. Of courseit was Griselle coming to get our breakfast, with apail of fresh milk in her hand and Gabe Hotch-kiss trudging on behind. Really this was not sobad, but the disturbance that the birds made asshe came trippingly down the slope, struck me asbeing a little overdone and rather like the claqueat a professional matinee. Griselle utterly lacks the sense of noticed at the breakfast table that Charlie had anew doily under his plate with a capital C workedin its centre. What does a child of his age carefor such attentions ? Griselles talents lack adapta-bility. However, I told her, with much pride, ofour hydraulics, and explained to her how hard wehad worked to make a pool of water in which wecould bathe. She listened respectfully and only said that therewas already a beautiful little pond only a few stepsbelow that. I felt crushed, but Charlie rose with the Instinc-tive genius of his ago to th situation. But we didnt make it, he 30 CHAPTER III THE KILLING OF MARMION MY doctor having succeeded in exiling meand my eight-year-old heir to what hecalled the recuperative wilderness, sentme occasionally a tart reminder of the wholesome-ness and beauty of the process I was is a delightful megatherium of an extinctschool, and his corrective bellowings, muffled bydistance, afforded me much amusement in mysolitude, and doubtless much edifying precept. Isolation, he wrote mc, is the balm of life,and it is better for the constitution than the spiceof variety. If I had the power, I would provideunpadded cells for society and shove the gayestof its votaries into them regularly, and turn thekey on them, merely to increase the average ofhuman life. I am more and more convincedthat the Frenchman was right who said thatprogress is a disease, and eventually society willdie of civilization. It is fast losing the power 3^ A JOURNEY TO NATURE and the privilege of taking breath. The path toheaven
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