176 FLORIDA DAYS.

to .place him anywhere on earth or in heaven,
is his humanness. He is. the same man, al-
though our mind's eyes see him among Arctic
snows, or in the yellow glories of the court ofi
Pekin, or at the gate of Paradise. He is al-
ways perfectly congruous. He adjusts himself
to the "celestial everywhere," finding a path,
to Infinity in everything finite. These silent
people of the swamps and woods, on the con-,
trary, can only be thought of as upon the very
spot where one chances to find them; and as
this feeling of their permanence increases, thez
less human they seem to be, less human, noti
at all in the sense of brutishness, but only that'
they become more and more a part of physical
nature, less and less spiritual expressions of
God. They have not even the individuality of.
the moment. It seems as though they were as'
unchangeable and lasting as the woods and the
stream, and they have apparently no more per-
sonality. One reads nothing in the lines about .
their vague lips or in their indifferent eyes; not'
because there is any slightest veil of reserve, but
only because there is, it would appear, nothing