The Four Trails
to Happiness
| PAGE | |
| The First Trail | |
| MY SECRET OF HAPPINESS | [3] |
| The Second Trail | |
| I BECOME A KILLER | [29] |
| The Third Trail | |
| MY BROTHERHOOD | [53] |
| The Fourth Trail | |
| THE ROAD TO FAITH | [83] |
The First Trail
MY SECRET OF HAPPINESS
The First Trail
MY SECRET OF HAPPINESS
To-night I am in a little cabin in the heart of a great wilderness. Outside it is dark. I can hear the wind sighing in the thick spruce tops. I hear the laughter of a stream out of which I took my supper of trout. The People of the Night are awake, for a little while ago I heard a wolf howl, and, not far away, in an old stub, lives an owl that hoots at the light in my window. I think it’s going to storm. There is a heaviness in the air, and, in the drowse of it, the sweetness of distant rain.
I am strangely contented as I start the writing of this strangest of all the things I have written. I had never thought to give voice to the things that I am about to put on paper; yet have I dreamed that every soul in the world might know of them. But the task has seemed too great for me, and I have kept them within myself, expecting them to live and die there.