"You have looked long?"
"I have looked everywhere and I cannot find him."
The hunter sat down and laid on the grass beside him his fowling piece, his game bag holding new species of birds, and his portfolio of fresh drawings. Then he turned upon Webster a searching look as if to draw the inmost truth out of him and asked:
"Why do you look for the Kentucky Warbler?"
Webster hesitated long:
"I do not know," he faltered.
"Something in you makes you seek him, but you do not know what that something is?"
"No, I do not know what it is: I know I wish to find him."
"Not him alone but many other things?"