Still, though the prospector knows it, everybody can't feel it.

One must have sympathy.

It would make itself felt by you." The girl's face checked him.

She felt that there was a subtle bond of mutual comprehension between her and this stranger; but she was not prepared to admit it to him; and he recognized that he had, perhaps, gone further than was advisable.
"Still," he continued, "though it's plainest up on the high peaks, the bush is full of it.

You can recognize it everywhere.