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A Departure
Thewholethingwasnaturalandrightandself-explanatory,andneedednojustifyingorinterpretingtoouraudienceofstarsandflowers.Theconnexionwasnotentirelybrokennow—onelinkremainedbetweenusandthem.TheNoah’sArk,withitscargoofsad-facedemigrants,mightbehulldownonthehorizon,buttwoofitspassengershadmissedtheboatandwouldhenceforthbealwaysnearus;and,asweplayedabovethem,anelephantwouldunderstand,andabeetlewouldhear,andcrawlagaininspiritalongafamiliarfloor.Henceforththespottyhorsewouldscouralongfar-distantplainsandknowthehomesicknessofalienstables;butPotiphar,thoughneveragainwouldhepawthearenawhenbull-fightswereonthebill,wassparedmaltreatmentbytown-bredstrangers,quitecapableofmistakinghimforacow.JerryandEsmeraldamightshedtheirlimbsandtheirstuffing,bysloworswiftdegrees,inuttermostpartsandunguessedcornersoftheglobe;butRosa’sbookwasfinallyclosed,andnoworsefateawaitedherthannaturaldissolutionalmostwithintouchandhailoffamiliarfacesandobjectsthathadbeenfriendlytohersincefirstsheopenedhereyesonaworldwhereshehadneverbeentreatedasastranger.
Asweturnedtogo,themaninthemoon,tangledinelm-boughs,caughtmyeyeforamoment,andIthoughtthatneverhadhelookedsofriendly.Hewasgoingtoseeafterthem,itwasevident;forhewasalwaysthere,moreorless,anditwasnotroubletohimatall,andhewouldtellthemhowthingswerestillgoing,uphere,andthrowinastoryortwoofhisownwhenevertheyseemedatrifledull
