were back in the familiar places, where life itself makes all the

running, and we are carried to meet adventure without a stroke of

the paddle. Now we were to return, like the voyager in the play,

and see what rearrangements fortune had perfected the while in our

surroundings; what surprises stood ready made for us at home; and

whither and how far the world had voyaged in our absence. You may

paddle all day long; but it is when you come back at nightfall, and

look in at the familiar room, that you find Love or Death awaiting

you beside the stove; and the most beautiful adventures are not

those we go to seek.

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