o* The Archipelago
When you think of the Salon's place on the ladder of human life, of his limitations, his approaching extinction, you pity him ; but he has his compensations. His toil is to his liking. He is ever plunging in the warm transparent water ; or chasing the wild hog with his dogs. Save that he must live, he is burdened
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with few cares ; and he lives withal a free, wild, and unfettered existence. That must be dearer to him than the sordid drudgery of his brother, learning here and there the slow lesson of the primitive tiller of the soil. As to schools and so forth, who on earth would willingly exchange the sunlit water, the white sands, and the wandering life, for the finest school in existence ?