IV
Today the Mountain-Lover came loitering again in this direction. With sandwiches in his pocket, he had the day before him—which he loved. As always when his feet took this now familiar course that first day returned to his mind with fresh vigor. How many perplexities it had helped him through! How often since that day,—remembering those slighted little mossy stones that lay at the critical place where the path seemed to vanish—he had taken confidently that next step in life although he had seen nothing beyond. But when he had taken it, the next lay open to his view,—and then the next. Perhaps for some distance only one visible at a time, although he so longed to see the whole way! It needed faith. It
