THE NJO HAPA SONG Delights--ah, Ten are the dear delights (and the Book forbids them, one by one)-- The broad old roads of a thousand loves--back turned to the Law--the lawless fun-- Old Arts for new--old hours reborn--and who shall mourn when the sands have run?
I was old when they told the Syren Tales (All ears were open then!) And the harps were afire with plucked desire For the white ash oars again-- For oars and sail, and the open sea, High prow against pure blue, The good sea spray on eye and lip, The thrumming hemp, the rise and dip, The plunge and the roll of a driven ship As the old course boils anew! Sweetly I call, the captains come.

The home ties draw at hearts in vain.
Potent the spell of Africa! Who East and South the course has ta'en By Guardafui to Zanzibar may go, but he, shall come again.
Courtney proved better than his word.

Our Big Game Licenses arrived after breakfast, and permits for five hundred rounds of rifle ammunition each.

In an envelope in addition was Fred's check with the collector's compliments and the request that we kindly call and pay for the licenses.

In other words we now had absolution.
We called, and were received as fellow men, such was the genius of Courtney's friendship.