Across the meadows deep in grass he went, skirting little ponds and
marshy spots, growing more cheerful with every step. In one place he
had the good-luck to raise a flock of water birds, which he took for
purple gallinule and spur-wing plover, although they were unlike any he
had ever seen. In some scattered groves beyond he bagged a pigeon and
missed a quail which unexpectedly whirred out of a thicket. Then he
continued past herds of grazing cattle to another patch of woodland,
where he came upon something that looked like a path. Through rankly
growing banana-patches, yam-fields, and groves of mango-trees, he
followed it, penetrating ever deeper into the rolling country, until at
last he reached the real forest. He had come several miles, and
realized that he could not retrace his steps, for the trail had
branched many times; he had crossed other pathways and made many
devours. He rejoiced in the thought that he had successfully lost
himself.
At midday he paused in an open glade against a hillside to eat his
lunch. Back of him the rising ground was heavily timbered; beneath him
a confusion of thickets and groves and cleared fields led out to a
green plain as clean as any golf links, upon which were scattered
dwellings.
Evidently this was the Savannas of which he had heard so much, and
these foreign-looking bungalows were the country homes of the rich
Panamanians. Beyond, the bay stretched, in unruffled calm, like a sheet
of quicksilver, its bosom dotted with rocky islets, while hidden in the
haze to the southward, as he knew, were the historic Pearl Islands,
where the early Spaniards had enriched themselves.
Gazing at this view in lazy enjoyment, Kirk found himself thinking how
good it was to be young and free, and to be set down in such a
splendidly romantic country. Above all, it was good to be heart-whole
and unfettered by any woman's spell--men in love were unhappy persons,
harassed by a thousand worries and indecisions, utterly lacking in
poise. It was a lamentable condition of hysteria with which he decided
to have nothing to do. He did not care for women, anyhow. One could
scarcely have any dealings with them without becoming involved in some
affair that unduly harrowed one's feelings. How much better it was to
know the clean spirit of adventure and the joy of living, undisturbed
by feverish emotions!
As he reclined there, busied with these thoughts, two vivid little
paroquets alighted near him, to quarrel noisily, then make up and kiss
each other like any pair of lovers. It was disgusting. A toucan peered
at him with an appearance of exaggerated curiosity, due to its huge,
grotesquely proportioned beak. Now and then came the harsh notes of
parrots as they fluttered high above the tree-tops. Meanwhile the young
man's ears became attuned to the jungle noises, his eyes observant of
the many kinds of life about him.
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