The whole little bay, with its high green border, the further river-channel with Diver's Rock setting out into it, and above, below, and over against him the high broken horizon line of the mountains; the flecked grey cloud and the ripply grey water.
"This is a pretty place!" said the naturalist.

"I have seen no such pretty place in America.

I should love to live here.

I should be a happy man! -- But one does not live for to be happy," he said with half a sigh.
"One doesn't live to be happy, Mr.Herder!" said Elizabeth.
"What does one live for, then?
I am sure _I_ live to be happy." "And I am sure I do," said Rose.
"Ah, yes -- you, -- you may," said the naturalist good- humouredly.
"When happiness can be found so near the surface," said Rufus with a satiric glance at the cover of Elizabeth's book, -- "it would be folly to go further." "What do _you_ live for, Mr.Herder ?" said Elizabeth, giving Rufus's words a cool go-by.
"I?
-- O I live to do my work," said the naturalist.
"And what is that ?" "I live to find out the truth -- to get at de truth.

It is for that I spend my days and my nights.