. From palm to glacier; with an interlude: Brazil, Bermuda, and Alaska;. to suspect that each lithe body isanimated by a thinking ghost—that all are watchingyou with the passionless calm of superior feel humble, like a mortal for whom some legionof spirits had mercifully opened their ranks to makeway. And again: * To turn into an avenue ofpalms, and to know once more the queer sense ofbeing watched, without love or hate, by all thosesilent, gracious, tall, sweet things. No one everloved the tropics better than he ; yet he is consciousthat man feels like an insect, fears like an inse
. From palm to glacier; with an interlude: Brazil, Bermuda, and Alaska;. to suspect that each lithe body isanimated by a thinking ghost—that all are watchingyou with the passionless calm of superior feel humble, like a mortal for whom some legionof spirits had mercifully opened their ranks to makeway. And again: * To turn into an avenue ofpalms, and to know once more the queer sense ofbeing watched, without love or hate, by all thosesilent, gracious, tall, sweet things. No one everloved the tropics better than he ; yet he is consciousthat man feels like an insect, fears like an insectever on the alert for merciless enemies. He acknowl-edges that the thinker finds thought numbedwithin his brain. The very air seems inimical tothought. Man pays the penalty of the least rash-ness by falling at once within the range of theseviewless and terrible forces. To live is an effort,and in the perpetual struggle of the blood to pre-serve the integrity of its corpuscles, there is such anexpenditure of vital energy as leaves little surplusfor mental UNDER THE PALMS. /I So overpowered am I by this new sense of intelli-gent force in nature, that, if it were not for themountains, I think I should die. I can still feel, asI look up to them, If I m not as big as you,You are not so small as I,And not half so spry. Then, too, a mountain has to keep its distance. Youcan escape from it, if you want to. But these creep-ing, growing, blossoming things, that would comecreeping, growing, blossoming after you, if you shouldattempt to escape, fill me with nameless dread. Ithas always seemed to me that it would be impossibleto tell a lie in the presence of an orchid ; and thoughI feel no desire to tell a lie, I object to the impres-sive atmosphere that forbids before I have any wishto transgress. When we came, we said we were likea prisoner with a million Picciolas to amuse hisweary fancy. But now the four walls of our lovelydungeon, mountains though they are, seem imper-ce
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