He had not fitted into his
former positions, but they had not been of his own choosing. He would
now find a place for himself and if he failed again he was prepared to
accept the responsibility. One bit of philosophy he carried with him
from Mr. Denman's farewell interview--"Now, young man, rememer," that
gentleman had said after he had bidden him farewell, "this world is
pretty much made already; success consists in adjustment. Don't try to
make your world, adjust yourself to it. Don't fight the world, serve it
till you master it." Cameron determined he would study adjustments; his
fighting tendency, which had brought him little success in the past, he
would control.
At this point the throb of a band broke in upon his meditations and
summoned him from his bed. He sprang to the window. It was circus day
and the morning parade, in all its mingled and cosmopolitan glory, was
slowly evolving its animated length to the strains of bands of music.
There were bands on horses and bands on chariots, and at the tail of the
procession a fearful and wonderful instrument bearing the euphonious and
classic name of the "calliope," whose chief function seemed to be that
of terrifying the farmers' horses into frantic and determined attempts
to escape from these horrid alarms of the city to the peaceful haunts of
their rural solitudes.
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