It Seems To Me That It Will

I Recall Feeling An Almost Delicious Terror When One Day I Found Myself Alone In The Midst Of Tall June Grasses That Grew High As My Head. But Here The Secret Working Of Self Consciousness Is Almost Too Entangled With The Things Of The Past For Me To Explain It.

If By Chance I Seated Myself To Write, She Very Slyly, Very Tenderly, Seeking Protection And Caresses, Would Softly Take Her Place On My Knee And Follow The Comings And Goings Of My Pen - Sometimes Effacing, With An Unintentional Stroke Of Her Paw, Lines Of Whose Tenor She Disapproved.

I Am Sure That The Sad Days And Happenings Were Rare, And That I Lived The Joyous And Careless Life Of Other Children; But Just Because The Happy Days Were So Habitual To Me They Made No Impression Upon My Mind, And I Can No Longer Recall Them.

Egypt, The Egypt Of Antiquity, At A Later Time, Exercised A Mysterious Fascination Over Me. I Recognized A Picture Of It Immediately, Without Hesitation And Astonishment, In An Illustrated Magazine.

Through The Study Of Fossils I Had Already Been Initiated Into The Mysteries Of Prehistoric Creations.