If one wants more there is the summer vacation for many, in which the clerk, the student, the tired house-keeper, the business man, the journalist, the professional man, can go out and lie in the sun on the grass, and feel the pulse of the old planet, or sit on the sand, watching the rise and fall of the sea like the placid heaving of a mighty breast, hide in the shadow of the woods, till they feel like the wildwood creatures themselves, launch their boat in the breakers, and know the exhilaration of conquering the unconquerable, or slip it through lily-pads, and watch their doubles in the depths below, receive the freedom of the fields, as heroes are given the freedom of cities, and take hold of the real business of life when they return to town with renewed youth; each enjoying the enjoyment of friend or neighbor, as it is narrated to him, as if it were his own again.
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