everywhere with perfect simplicity, and at times with
a shattering candor._

_From France he returned, midway in the war, to join the men who, under
the Command of H. W. Massingham, make the editorial staff of the
London_ Nation _the most brilliant company of journalists in the world.
His hand may be traced week by week in many columns and especially, in
alternate issues, on the page given up to the literary_ causerie.

_To the readers of books Tomlinson is known at present by_ THE SEA
AND THE JUNGLE _alone. The war, it may be, did something to retard
its fame. But the time is coming when none will dispute its right to
a place of exceptional honour among records of travel--alongside the
very few which, during the two or three decades preceding the general
overturn, had been added to the books of the great wayfaring
companions. It is remarkably unlike all others, in its union of
accurate chronicle with intimate self-revelation; and, although it is
the sustained expression of a mood, it is extremely quotable. I choose
as a single example this scene, from the description of the_ Capella's
_first day on the Para River._

_There was seldom a sign of life but the infrequent snowy herons,
and those curious brown fowl, the ciganas. The sun was flaming on
the majestic assembly of the storm. The warm air, broken by our
steamer, coiled over us in a lazy flux.... Sometimes we passed
single habitations on the water side. Ephemeral huts of palm-leaves
were forced down by the forest, which overhung them, to wade on
frail stilts. A canoe would be tied to a toy jetty, and on the
jetty a sad woman and several naked children would stand, with
no show of emotion, to watch us go by. Behind them was the
impenetrable foliage. I thought of the precarious tenure on earth
of these brown folk with some sadness, especially as the day was
going. The easy dominance of the wilderness, and man's intelligent
morsel of life resisting it, was made plain when we came suddenly
upon one of his little shacks secreted among the aqueous roots of a
great tree, cowering, as it were, between two of the giant's toes.
Those brown babies on the jetties never cheered us. They watched
us, serious and forlorn. Alongside their primitive huts were a few
rubber trees, which we knew by their scars. Late in the afternoon
we came to a large cavern in the base of the forest, a shadowy
place wh