must be willing to sit still and listen. He never insists on being heard and he never interrupts conversations. But trust him and he never fails you.
"Perge, qua via ducat." He repeated the words musingly. "Yes. A law of life. Simple—like all laws. I wonder if there is ever a real No Thoroughfare if one faithfully keeps to the path as he sees it through life? Is it that one, going with dulled eyes, fixed only on some preconceived notion of where he thinks the path should go at some given point, simply misses the clue? Which may be there if he could see it? Take the next step—no matter if for the moment it seems to lead nowhere. Make sure you have been right, of course, up to that point. As sure as you can . . . Lord! Give me to see my opportunities! Not to miss my cairns! Give me, O Lord, the seeing eyes!"
His flowing thoughts were apt to form themselves unconsciously into the breath of a prayer. On the mountain one prayed
