dered in watching their aimless expeditions if it was in satire that Solomon recommended man to watch their ways and be wise. He knew all the stories the naturalists told, of slaves and cows and other evidences of ordered prosperity, but to his untrained eye everything seemed chaotic. To him they resembled much more the rich man of the Psalmist's observation who gathereth up riches—in the way of useless stubble and unusable things—and disquieteth himself in vain. Or was it all just the wild joy of living, for them as for him?
The onward path again. Curious how the farther one walked the more rested one became! His way now rose gradually, lifting itself shelf on shelf, leading up to the watershed of the Marlborough Ridge. He gained its crest and looked down upon the gem-like lake of Dublin spread in its fair beauty before him; in this light, a deep cold green.
