This whisper was my good fortune.

I happened to be so made that I could hear it calling, always calling, out and away over the world.

It was not canniness on my part.

It was curiosity, desire to know, an unrest and a seeking for things wonderful that I seemed somehow to have glimpsed or guessed.

What was this life for, I demanded, if this were all?
No; there was something more, away and beyond.