Add to ORKG105 He was particular about his beds & no dog had better ones, for the woods down to the tide line are not simply carpeted with mosses but richly plashed with them so that all the ground was a bed fresher & finer than any king could buy of fluffy down & silk. Only [small] sticks & roots woven into the yellow fronds had to be avoided. A hollow at the foot of a tree between bulging roots was the favorite place. Not too damp where he curled up comfortably himself like a little boss of moss swelled up over a boulder. He was an adventurous swimmer as much at home on the waves as a seal He had a most delicate trembling sensibility & his apparent dullness in presence of ordinary danger I learned came not from mental blindness but from clear insigh...