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〃They want only the lively stories of my adventures；〃 I said to myself； and I was at the point of pushing my notes to the edge of the table where （had I let go） they would have fallen into the convenient oblivion of the waste…basket。 But something held me back。
〃No；〃 said I； 〃I'll tell it； if it means so much to me； it may mean something to the friends who are following these lines。〃
For； after all； it is not what goes on outside of a man； the clash and clatter of superficial events； that arouses our deepest interest； but what goes on inside。 Consider then that in this narrative I shall open a little door in my heart and let you look in； if you care to； upon the experiences of a day and a night in which I was supremely happy。
If you had chanced to be passing； that crisp spring morning； you would have seen a traveller on foot with a gray bag on his shoulder； swinging along the country road； and you might have been astonished to see him lift his hat at you and wish you a good morning。 You might have turned to look back at him； as you passed； and found him turning also to look back at youand wishing he might know you。 But you would not have known what he was chanting under his breath as he tramped （how little we know of a man by the shabby coat he wears）； nor how keenly he was enjoying the light airs and the warm sunshine of that fine spring morning。
After leaving the hill farm he had walked five miles up the valley； had crossed the ridge at a place called the Little Notch； where all the world lay stretched before him like the open palm of his hand； and had come thus to the boundaries of the Undiscovered Country。 He had been for days troubled with the deep problems of other people； and it seemed to him this morning as though a great stone had been rolled from the door of his heart； and that he was entering upon a new worlda wonderful； high； free world。 And； as he tramped； certain lines of a stanza long ago caught up in his memory from some forgotten page came up to his lips； and these were the words （you did not know as you passed） that he was chanting under his breath as he tramped； for they seem charged with the spirit of the hour：
I've bartered my sheets for a starlit bed； I've traded my meat for a crust of bread； I've changed my book for a sapling cane； And I'm off to the end of the world again。
In the Undiscovered Country that morning it was wonderful how fresh the spring woods were； and how the birds sang in the trees； and how the brook sparkled and murmured at the roadside。 The recent rain had washed the atmosphere until it was as clear and sparkling and heady as new wine； and the footing was firm and hard。 As one tramped he could scarcely keep from singing or shouting aloud for the very joy of the day。
〃I think；〃 I said to myself； 〃I've never been in a better country；〃 and it did not seem to me I cared to know where the gray road ran； nor how far away the blue hills were。
〃It is wonderful enough anywhere here；〃 I said。
And presently I turned from the road and climbed a gently sloping hillside among oak and chestnut trees。 The earth was well carpeted for my feet； and here and there upon the hillside； where the sun came through the green roof of foliage； were warm splashes Of yellow light； and here and there； on shadier slopes； the new ferns were spread upon the earth like some lacy coverlet。 I finally sat down at the foot of a tree where through a rift in the foliage in the valley below I could catch a glimpse in the distance of the meadows and the misty blue hills。 I was glad to rest； just rest； for the two previous days of hard labour； the labour and the tramping； had wearied me； and I sat for a long time quietly looking about me； scarcely thinking at all； but seeing； hearing； smellingfeeling the spring morning； and the woods and the hills； and the patch of sky I could see。
For a long； long time I sat thus； but finally my mind began to flow again； and I thought how fine it would be if I had some good friend there with me to enjoy the perfect surroundingssome friend who would understand。 And I thought of the Vedders with whom I had so recently spent a wonderful day； and I wished that they might be with me； there were so many things to be saidto be left unsaid。 Upon this it occurred to me； suddenly； whimsically； and I exclaimed aloud：
〃Why； I'll just call them up。〃
Half turning to the trunk of the tree where I sat； I placed one hand to my ear and the other to my lips and said：
〃Hello； Central； give me Mr。 Vedder。〃
I waited a moment； smiling a little at my own absurdity and yet quite captivated by the enterprise。
〃Is this Mr。 Vedder？ Oh； Mrs。 Vedder！ Well； this is David Grayson。〃 。 。 。 。
〃Yes； the very same。 A bad penny； a rolling stone。〃 。 。 。 。
〃Yes。 I want you both to come here as quickly as you can。 I have the most important news for you。 The mountain laurels are blooming； and the wild strawberries are setting their fruit。 Yes； yes； and in the fieldsall around here； to…day there are wonderful white patches of daisies； and from where I sit I can see an old meadow as yellow as gold with buttercups。 And the bobolinks are hovering over the low spots。 Oh； but it is fine here and we are not together！〃 。 。 。 。
〃No； I cannot give exact directions。 But take the Long Road and turn at the turning by the tulip…tree； and you will find me at home。 Come right in without knocking。〃
I hung up the receiver。 For a single instant it had seemed almost true； and indeed I believeI wonder
Some day； I thought； just a bit sadly； for I shall probably not be here thensome day； we shall be able to call our friends through space and time。 Some day we shall discover that marvellously simple coherer by which we may better utilize the mysterious ether of love。
For a time I was sad with thoughts of the unaccomplished future； and then I reflected that if I could not call up the Vedders so informally I could at least write down a few paragraphs which would give them some faint impression of that time and place。 But I had no sooner taken out my note…book and put down a sentence or two than I stuck fast。 How foolish and feeble written words are anyway！ With what glib facility they describe； but how inadequately they convey。 A thousand times I have thought to myself； 〃 If only I could WRITE！〃
Not being able to write I turned； as I have so often turned before； to some good old book； trusting that I might find in the writing of another man what I lacked in my own。 I took out my battered copy of Montaigne and； opening it at random； as I love to do； came； as luck would have it； upon a chapter devoted to coaches； in which there is much curious （and worthless information； darkened with Latin quotations。 This reading had an unexpected effect upon me。
I could not seem to keep my mind down upon the printed page； it kept bounding away at the sight of the distant hills； at the sound of a woodpecker on a dead stub which stood near me； and at the thousand and one faint rustlings； creepings； murmurings； tappings； which animate the mystery of the forest。 How dull indeed appeared the printed page in comparison with the book of life； how shut…in its atmosphere； how tinkling and distant the sound of its voices。 Suddenly I shut my book with a snap。
〃Musty coaches and Latin quotations！〃 I exclaimed。 〃Montaigne's no writer for the open air。 He belongs at a study fire on a quiet evening！〃
I had anticipated； when I started out； many a pleasant hour by the roadside or in the woods with my books； but this was almost the first opportunity I had found for reading （as it was almost the last）； so full was the present world of stirring events。 As for poor old Montaigne； I have been out of harmony with him ever since； nor have I wanted him in the intimate case at my elbow。
After a long time in the forest； and the sun having reached the high heavens； I gathered up my pack and set forth again along the slope of the hillsnot hurrying； just drifting and enjoying every sight and sound。 And thus walking I came in sight； through the trees； of a glistening pool of water and made my way straight toward it。
A more charming spot I have rarely seen。 In some former time an old mill had stood at the foot of the little valley； and a ruinous stone dam still held the water in a deep； quiet pond between two round hills。 Above it a brook ran down through the woods； and below； with a pleasant musical sound； the water dripped over the mossy stone lips of the dam and fell into the rocky pool below。 Nature had long ago healed the wounds of men； she had half…covered the ruined mill with verdure； had softened the stone walls of the dam with mosses and lichens； and had crept down the steep hillside and was now leaning so far out over the pool that she could see her reflection in the quiet water。
Near the upper end of the pond I found a clear white sand…bank； where no doubt a thousand fishermen had stood； half hidden by the willows； to cast for trout in the pool below。 I intended merely to drink and moisten my face； but as I knelt by the pool and saw my reflection in the clear water wanted something more than that！ In a moment I had thrown aside my bag and clothes and found myself wading naked into the water。
It was cold！ I stood a mom