Then there is an inspiration in the wide expanse, a snap and tang and joy in the air.

Ellery had made up his mind to take a before-breakfast tramp to the outer bar and so arose at five, tucked a borrowed pair of fisherman's boots beneath his arm, and, without saying anything to his housekeeper, walked down the lawn behind the parsonage, climbed the rail fence, and "cut across lots" to the pine grove on the bluff.

There he removed his shoes, put on the boots, wallowed through the mealy yellow sand forming the slope of the bluff, and came out on the white beach and the inner edge of the flats.

Then he plashed on, bound out to where the fish weirs stood, like webby fences, in the distance.
It was a wonderful walk on a wonderful day.

The minister enjoyed every minute of it.