And I began to see how it came about that these Olympian gods had lost control over man. If the world, with all its joys and all its miseries, presents to the controlling power merely its joyous side, what sympathy can one look for in one's deity? There was Paris and Notre Dame in the sunlight. But the Morgue at the back of Notre Dame--in the shadow of its sunlit towers--that was not visible to the eye of the casual god who drove his blackamoors along that entrancing roadway. There was London and the inspiring pile of Westminster showing up its majestic top, lit by the wondrous light of the sun--but still undiscovered of the gods there rolled on its farther side the Thames, dark as the Styx, a very grave of ambition, yet the last solace of many a despairing soul. London Bridge may tell the gods of much that may not be seen from that glorious driveway along the exterior of Olympus. I found myself growing maudlin, and I pulled myself together. "Magnificent view, Sammy," said I. "Yassir," he replied, trotting along faithfully. "Dass what dey all says. _I_ 'ain't nebber seen it. 'Ain't got time to look at it." "Well, stop a moment and look," said I. "Isn't it magnificent?" The blackies stopped and looked. "Putty good," said Sammy, "but I doan' care fo' views," he added. "Dey makes me dizzy." I gave Sammy up from that moment. He was well carved, a work of art, in fact, but he was essentially modern, and I was living in the antique. "Hustle along to the Zoo," I cried, with some impatience, and I was truly "hustled." "Here we is," said Sammy, settling down on his haunches at the end of a five-mile trot. "Dis is it." We had stopped before a gate not entirely unlike those the Japanese erect before popular places of amusement they frequent. I descended from the chair and was greeted by an attendant who demanded to know what I wished to see. "The animals," said I. He laughed. "Well," he said, "I'll show you what I've got, but truly most of them have gone off on vacation." "Is the Trojan Horse here?" I demanded. "No," said he. "He's in the repair shop. One of his girders is loose, and the hinges on his door rusted and broke last week. His interior needs painting, and his left hind-leg has been wobbly for a long time. It was really dangerous to keep him longer without repairs." I was much disappointed. In visiting the Olympian Zoo I was largely impelled by a desire to see the Trojan Horse and compare him with the Coney Island Elephant, which, with the summer hotels of New Jersey and the Statue of Liberty, at that time dominated the minor natural glories of the American coast in the eyes of passengers on in-coming steamships. I think I should even have ventured a ride in his capacious interior despite what Sammy had said of his friskiness and the peril of his action to persons susceptible to sea-sickness.