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It took us, for instance, two whole days to find our crescent shaped home, and the camps we made on the way were so fascinating that we left them with difficulty and regret, for each island seemed more desirable than the one before it, and over all lay the spell of haunting peace, remoteness from the turmoil of the world, and the freedom of open and desolate spaces. IT TOOK US FOR INSTANCE TWO WHOLE DAYS TO FIND OUR CRESCENT SHAPED HOME AND THE CAMPS WE MADE ON THE WAY WERE SO FASCINATING THAT WE LEFT THEM WITH DIFFICULTY AND REGRET FOR EACH ISLAND SEEMED MORE DESIRABLE THAN THE ONE BEFORE IT AND OVER ALL LAY THE SPELL OF HAUNTING PEACE REMOTENESS FROM THE TURMOIL OF THE WORLD AND THE FREEDOM OF OPEN AND DESOLATE SPACES
ng rent was concerned, we might equally well have pitched our tents on any one of a hundred others that clustered about us as thickly as a swarm of bees. It was in the blaze of an evening in July, the air clear as crystal, the sea a cobalt blue, when we left the steamer on the borders of civilisation and sailed away with maps, compasses, and provisions for the little group of dots in the Skägård that were to be our home for the next two months. The dinghy and my Canadian canoe trailed behind us, with tents and dunnage carefully piled aboard, and when the point of cliff intervened to hide the steamer and the Waxholm hotel we realised for the first time that the horror of trains and houses was far behind us, the fever of men and cities, the weariness of streets and confined spaces. The wilderness opened up on all sides into endless blue reaches, and the map and compasses were so frequently called into requisition that we went astray more often than not and progress was enchantingly slow. EDS BUT SO FAR AS PAYING RENT WAS CONCERNED WE MIGHT EQUALLY HAVE PITCHED OUR TENTS ON ANY ONE OF A HUNDRED OTHERS THAT CLUSTERED ABOUT US AS THICKLY A SWARM OF BEES IT WAS IN THE BLAZE OF AN EVENING IN JULY THE AIR CLEAR AS CRYSTAL THE SEA A COBALT BLUE WHEN WE LEFT THE STEAMER ON THE BORDERS OF CIVILIZATION AND SAILED AWAY WITH MAPS COMPASSES AND PROVISIONS FOR THE LITTLE GROUP OF DOTS IN THE SCAGGERED THAT WERE TO BE OUR HOME FOR THE NEXT TWO MONTHS THE DINGHEY AND MY CANADIAN CANOE TRAILED BEHIND US WITH TENTS AND DUNNAGE CAREFULLY PILED ABOARD AND WHEN THE POINT OF CLIFF INTERVENED TO HIDE THE STEAMER AND THE WAXAM HOTEL WE REALIZED FOR THE FIRST TIME THAT THE HORROR OF TRAINS AND HOUSES WAS FAR BEHIND US THE FEVER OF MEN AND CITIES THE WEARINESS OF STREETS AND CONFINED SPACES THE WILDERNESS OPENED UP ON ALL SIDES INTO ENDLESS BLUE REACHES AND THE MAP AND COMPASSES WERE SO FREQUENTLY CALLED INTO REQUISITION THAT WE WENT ASTRAY MORE OFTEN THAN NOT AND PROGRESS WAS ENCHANTINGLY SLOW
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