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152 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1922
“Oh, forgive me, Doctor, I know you do splendidly; but the fever comes in the village, and the people die and now it's my poor father. God help us all! The only thing left is to believe in God; for we can't help believing in devils."
"Squire, if there were a legend of hay fever, you would not believe in hay fever. If there were a popular story about pollen, you would say that pollen was only a popular story.”
“If you go down to the Barbary Coast, where the last wedge of the forest narrows down between the desert and the great tideless sea, you will find the natives still telling a strange story about a saint of the Dark Ages. . . . They say that the hermit St. Securis, living there among trees, grew to love them like companions; since, though great giants with many arms like Briareus, they were the mildest and most blameless of the creatures; they did not devour like the lions, but rather opened their arms to all the little birds."