FLORIDA DAYS.


always be. Death has apparently forgotten I,
and life has never known it; it is without
intelligence, yet not the face of an idiot.
 These people are shy, and somewhat suspi-
cious, but not unkind; there is often a strange
disinclination on their part to look directly #t
their questioner. They glance downward and
sideways with the same anxious embarrassment
which comes into a dog's face when his master
looks searchingly into his eyes.
 Very likely, if one of these Crackers coulo
arouse himself from the pleasant stupor of tlh
drowsy noon, he might pity the eager lives f
men who have once had hope, and now hav*
experience; who wonder and desire and suffer.
Of course such pity would be resented with
contemptuous amusement. But who shall say
that there is not equal arrogance in men who
pity the Crackers for a contented calm which
their own intense and earnest lives have never
known? Besides, our disgust is the protest. f
what is possible in us; and we must certainly
admit, in spite of the horror we feel for i
human existence which is not life, that thi$