ippling notes； gurgles； and
runs free。 And all this is wrought in less than two months to the music
of nature's orchestra； in the midst of balmy incense。
The thousand soft voices of the earth have truly found their way to
me……the small rustle in tufts of grass； the silky swish of leaves； the
buzz of insects； the hum of bees in blossoms I have plucked； the flutter
of a bird's wings after his bath； and the slender rippling vibration
of water running over pebbles。 Once having been felt； these loved voices
rustle； buzz； hum； flutter； and ripple in my thought forever； an undying
part of happy memories。
Between my experiences and the experiences of others there is no gulf of
mute space which I may not bridge。 For I have endlessly varied；
instructive contacts with all the world； with life； with the atmosphere
whose radiant activity enfolds us all。 The thrilling energy of the
all…encasing air is warm and rapturous。 Heat…waves and sound…waves play
upon my face in infinite variety and bination； until I am able to
surmise what must be the myriad sounds that my senseless ears have not
heard。
The air varies in different regions； at different seasons of the year；
and even different hours of the day。 The odorous； fresh sea…breezes are
distinct from the fitful breezes along river banks； which are humid and
freighted with inland smells。 The bracing