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English
1336
And so many of these spots of world beauty have I sought out and dwelt in, that in my mind remains only a composite memory of their faces, a true map of heaven, as it were, from which this particular one stands forth with unusual sharpness because of the strange things that happened there, and also, I think, because anything in which John Silence played a part has a habit of fixing itself in the mind with a living and lasting quality of vividness. AND SO MANY OF THESE SPOTS OF WORLD BEAUTY HAVE I SOUGHT OUT AND DWELT IN THAT IN MY MIND REMAINS ONLY A COMPOSITE MEMORY OF THEIR FACES A TRUE MAP OF HEAVEN AS IT WERE FROM WHICH THIS PARTICULAR ONE STANDS FORTH WITH UNUSUAL SHARPNESS BECAUSE OF THE STRANGE THINGS THAT HAPPENED THERE AND ALSO I THINK BECAUSE ANYTHING IN WHICH JOHN SILENCE PLAYED A PART HAS A HABIT OF FIXING ITSELF IN THE MIND WITH A LIVING AND LASTING QUALITY OF VIVIDNESS
 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. 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.  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 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
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