But miles on ahead in the country, undergrowth, shade, secrecy for wild creatures—his heart leaped forward to these and his feet hastened.
This day with both eyes open, not shut in sleep, he might find the warbler.
Whole-heartedly, with a boy's eagerness, Webster suddenly took off his hat and ran down the middle of the gleaming white turnpike toward the green forest—toward all, whether much or little, that he was ever to be.
THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS
GARDEN CITY, N.Y.