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From the waters rose wreaths of steam across which shimmered half-formed rainbows.
" I turned to my guide. All he did was to wave a flipper toward the bubbling terraces; then he turned about, stalked off, and vanished around the first turn of the canyon cleft. My wish and what I took to be his intention chimed. I was out of my clothes and into one of those pools almost before his stiff tail feathers had whisked around the corner of a coral rock. I can't say I've ever bathed before or since. In comparison with that"-he sought for a poetic word in which to cloak his bare and timid emotion-"that laving-why one can only wallow, out here. The quality of that waterl It tingled; tiny bubbles pricked your skin; it was like being combed, massaged, relaxed, stimulated, buoyed and plunged, needle-sprayed and warm-packed all at once. I shouted for sheer physical joy, and the strange polished rocks through the rush of the waters, gave back strange harmonics of my call. Out of pure animal spirits I threshed the foaming water and with my hand struck the glass-smooth sides of the pool in which I lay. A huge stalactite rose from the pool's lip, depending from and seeming to support an absurdly fretted gothic canopy overhead. I hit the smooth shaft with my palm. A beautiful deep note, as of a great bell, sounded through the place.
" I laughed like a child at the lovely joke of it all. Then, through my modest pink curtains of mist, I caught sight of my guide peeping discreetly around the edge of the rose-red cleft behind which he had retired-like an insect concealing itself in the petals of a tropical flower. I felt gayer, more

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