The land rolled in placed waves to the far distances on every hand. There was like a calm sea which is disturbed only by the lazy progress of the long-wear swell. To my eyes, could be seen like the sails of built down ships black against the sky near where it met the earth. The earth itself seemed at first glance as flat as a table for its swells merged indistinguishably into a level while it was only when approaching ranges dropped for a little out of sight and these depressions swallowed, like the magic probits of engines, swallowed them up that one realized the movements of the lines scope. There is a charm about every day when we can walk into my let 't rain. When we hear the rain on a tent roof its pleasant sensation of eminently escaping nature's discomfort. There is not pleasure in being warm unless the day is cold; there is no fun in being cool unless the day is hot; and there is no fun in being dry unless the day is wet. This day was very wet wintered Starlight lay on the slender river. The pines raised their branches against a purple sky gloriously befriended. The chill air was sweet with nature's sustained exhalations, where surely breathed her richest merciful perfuming her waking place.