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Show The Western Sea. I . The Pacific, n cium, cold occim not much fretted oy trnlllc, adds Its curious curi-ous note of aloofness. It sends forth rogs, but somehow they enrry no hint or salt. And In days of sunshine u-hen It sparkles pnpphlre blue it werat somehow to exhale no breath. You f never "smell the sen" ns by the Atlantic's Atlan-tic's verge, and, though you well know that rotting feaweed gives forth that odor, you miss It on this western shore. The oceans you have known I seem playful children, by turns gny und Irritable, by comparison with tlil monstrous, lovely, Inhuman oen. Harrison Rhodes in Harper's Magazine. |