. . . O spare me a little,
that I may recover my strength before I go hence, and be no more
seen."
And that's no way for a man to feel. He ought to be confident and
sure of himself. If he hasn't yet done all that he laid out to do,
he should feel that it is in him to do it, and that he will before
the time comes for him to go, and that when it is done it shall be
orth while.
It is the ocean's everlasting bigness that makes it so cold to swim
in. At the seaside bathing pavilions they have a blackboard whereon
they chalk up "70" or "72" or whatever they think folks will like.
They never say in so many words that a man went down into the water
and held a thermometer in it long enough to get the true temperature,
but they lead you to believe it. All I have to say is that they
must have very optimistic thermometers. I just wish some of these
poor little seashore boys could have a chance to try the Old
Swimming-hole up above the dam. Certainly along about early
going-barefoot time the water is a little cool, but you take it in
the middle of August - ah, I tell you! When you come out of the
water then you don't have to run up and down to get your blood in
circulation or pile the warm sand on yourself or hunt for the
steam-room. Only thing is, if you stay in all day, as you want to,
it thins your blood, and you get the "fever 'n' ager.
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