. In God's out-of-doors. Natural history. airth?' 'Noomone hay,' sez I, pooty bresk, for he was alius hank- erin' 'round in hayin'. 'Nawthin' of the kine,' 'My leetle Huldy's breath,' sez 1 ag'in.' 'You're a good lad,' sez he, his eyes sort of riplin' like, for he lost a babe onc't about her age—'the best of perfooms is just fresh air, fresh air,' sez he, emphysizin', 'athout no mixture.' " And that is worth thinking of. All odors the winds bear are defective as compared with the utter freshness of the moving airs themselves. "Jest fresh air,"—what an exhilarant that is.
. In God's out-of-doors. Natural history. airth?' 'Noomone hay,' sez I, pooty bresk, for he was alius hank- erin' 'round in hayin'. 'Nawthin' of the kine,' 'My leetle Huldy's breath,' sez 1 ag'in.' 'You're a good lad,' sez he, his eyes sort of riplin' like, for he lost a babe onc't about her age—'the best of perfooms is just fresh air, fresh air,' sez he, emphysizin', 'athout no mixture.' " And that is worth thinking of. All odors the winds bear are defective as compared with the utter freshness of the moving airs themselves. "Jest fresh air,"—what an exhilarant that is. Drinking water spouting fresh from mountain snow drifts, and the blowing of clean air in the lace, and the making your piayer to God when life grows hard or glad—are not these apart from all things else and allow of no comparisons. Similes are lifeless here. And the breath of a wind after a rain! Wind is unspeakable for music and odors. What a happy fate to be associated with such recollec- tions. If man or woman might hope in com- ing years, when far beyond the sight of eyes or hearing of the ears, to stay sweet memories in hearts which could not forget them, what could human heart ask more? And 1 have known such folks. The mention of their names makes me think of sunlit fields. All sweet things lie adjacent to their person- alities, just as trees and shade and gurgling brooks and trailing clouds and sublime soli- tudes and what seems the ragged frontiers of the world lie adjacent to huge mountains. Winds are fortunate to be the carriers of aromas and music; to come freighted with the lilac's breath and the happy voices of happy women s laughter. But 1 do not hesitate to confess that the rarest wind 1 have ever experienced is blown from Kansas prairies on summer twilights. About midway in Kansas, east and west, is this wind in perfection. Nothing equals it. 1 have loved winds blown from briny seas and from the emerald deserts of great lakes and the St. Lawrence dreaming
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