Something of this sort happened to me in looking out upon the
life of that great city of Kilburn. All about on the streets, in
the buildings, under ground and above ground, men were walking,
running, creeping, crawling, climbing, lifting, digging, driving,
buying, selling, sweating, swearing, praying, loving, hating,
struggling, failing, sinning, repenting--all working and living
according to a vast harmony, which sometimes we can catch clearly
and sometimes miss entirely. I think, that morning, for a time, I
heard the true music of the spheres, the stars singing together.
Mr. Vedder took me to a quiet restaurant where we had a snug
alcove all to ourselves. I shall remember it always as one of the
truly pleasant experiences of my pilgrimage.
I could see that my friend was sorely troubled, that the strike
rested heavy upon him, and so I led the conversation to the hills
and the roads and the fields we both love so much. I plied him
with a thousand questions about his garden. I told him in the
liveliest way of my adventures after leaving his home, how I had
telephoned him from the hills, how I had taken a swim in the
mill-pond, and especially how I had lost myself in the old
cowpasture, with an account of all my absurd and laughable
adventures and emotions.
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