. From the log of the Velsa. ppearance of a sea, but we could generally touchthe bottom with our sounding-pole; after all, it isnot a sea, but a submerged field. The skipperwould tell inclement stories of the Zuyder Zee un-der ice, and how he had crossed it on foot betweenEnkhuizen and Stavoren, risking his hfe for fun;and how he had been obliged to recross it the nextday, with more fatigue, as much risk, and far lessfun, because there was no other way home. Weourselves knew it only as a rufiled and immensepond, with a bracing atmosphere and the silhouettesof diminished trees and houses sticki
. From the log of the Velsa. ppearance of a sea, but we could generally touchthe bottom with our sounding-pole; after all, it isnot a sea, but a submerged field. The skipperwould tell inclement stories of the Zuyder Zee un-der ice, and how he had crossed it on foot betweenEnkhuizen and Stavoren, risking his hfe for fun;and how he had been obliged to recross it the nextday, with more fatigue, as much risk, and far lessfun, because there was no other way home. Weourselves knew it only as a rufiled and immensepond, with a bracing atmosphere and the silhouettesof diminished trees and houses sticking up out of itshorizons here and there. When these low silhou-ettes happen to denote your destination, they havethe strange faculty of receding from your prow justas fast as you sail toward them, a magic sea of anexquisite monotony; and when you arrive anywhere,you are so surprised at having overtaken the sil-houette that your arrival is a dream, in the unrealimage of a city. The one fault of Hoom is that it is not dead. 54. TU foi-:^^^...!^ p, p!^ 0. THE VELSA AT HOORN THE ZUYDER ZEE We navigated the Zuyder Zee in order to see deadcities, and never saw one. Hoorn is a delightful vi-sion for the eye—beautiful domestic architecture,beautiful warehouses, beautiful towers, beautifulwater-gate, beautiful aniline colors on the surface ofdreadful canals. If it were as near to London andParis as Bruges is, it would be inhabited exclusivelyby water-colorists. At Hoorn I went mad, anddid eight sketches in one day, a record which ap-proaches my highest break at billiards. Actually,it is inhabited by cheese-makers and dealers. Noother town, not even Chicago, can possibly containso many cheeses per head of the population asHoorn. At Hoorn I saw three men in blue blousesthrowing down spherical cheeses in pairs from thesecond story of a brown and yellow and green ware-house into a yellow cart. One man was in the sec-ond story, one in the first, and one in the were flinging chees
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