This was his true career.

Let others have the applause of excited indoor folk or dull visionaries; for him a man's path, a man's work, and a man's commendation.
The moon was up, riding high in a shoreless sea of blue, and in the still weather the streams called to each other from the mountain sides, as in some fantastic cosmic harmony.

High on the ridge shoulder the lights of Etterick twinkled starlike amid the fretted veil of trees.

A sense of extraordinary and crazy exhilaration, the recoil from the constraint of weeks, laid hold on his spirit.

He hummed a dozen fragments of song, and at times would laugh with the pure pleasure of life.