Here between us we built a hut.

I sent my Indian away then, and when he fawned at my feet to stay I kicked him.

This was my third phase of living, and it was true that some measure of sanity came back to me.

Oh, the blessed relief of seeing the face of neither man nor woman.

It was the unpeopled world of Nature--uncorrupted, fresh, magnificent, alive by day and by night with everlasting music of Nature.