Climbing
Slowly One Day Up The Balcony, - He Was More Than Usually Calm And
Slow, - He Espied An Exquisite Fragile Flower In The Crevice Of A
Rock, In A Very Lonely Spot.
"It seems as if," he said, or rather dreamed out, "it seems as if the
Creator had kept something just to look at himself."
To a lady whom he had taken to Chapel Pond (a retired but rather
uninteresting spot), and who expressed a little disappointment at its
tameness, saying, of this "Why, Mr. Phelps, the principal charm of
this place seems to be its loneliness,"
"Yes," he replied in gentle and lingering tones, and its nativeness.
"It lies here just where it was born."
Rest and quiet had infinite attractions for him. A secluded opening
in the woods was a "calm spot." He told of seeing once, or rather
being in, a circular rainbow. He stood on Indian Head, overlooking
the Lower Lake, so that he saw the whole bow in the sky and the lake,
and seemed to be in the midst of it; "only at one place there was an
indentation in it, where it rested on the lake, just enough to keep
it from rolling off." This "resting" of the sphere seemed to give
him great comfort.
One Indian-summer morning in October, some ladies found the old man
sitting on his doorstep smoking a short pipe.
He gave no sign of recognition except a twinkle of the eye, being
evidently quite in harmony with the peaceful day.
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