descending a path on a hillside to the valley below--a sheep-track
of which he knew every winding as well as any boy his half-mile to
and from school. But he had never before gone down the hill with
the feeling that he was not about to go up again. He was on his way
to pastures very new, and in the distance only negatively inviting.
But his heart was too full to be troubled--nor was his a heart to
harbour a care, the next thing to an evil spirit, though not quite
so bad; for one care may drive out another, while one devil is sure
to bring in another.

A great billowy waste of mountains lay beyond him, amongst which
played the shadow at their games of hide and seek--graciously merry
in the eyes of the happy man, but sadly solemn in the eyes of him in
whose heart the dreary thoughts of the past are at a like game.
Behind Donal lay a world of dreams into which he dared not turn and
look, yet from which he could scarce avert his eyes.

He was nearing the foot of the hill when he stumbled and almost
fell, but recovered himself with the agility of a mountaineer, and
the unpleasant knowledge that the sole of one of his shoes was all
but off. Never had he left home for college that his father had not
made personal inspection of his shoes to see that they were fit for
the journey, but on this departure they had been forgotten. He sat
down and took off the failing equipment. It was too far gone to do
anything temporary with it; and of discomforts a loose sole to one's
shoe in walking is of the worst. The only thing was to take off the
other shoe and both stockings and go barefoot. He tied all together
with a piece of string, made them fast to his deerskin knapsack, and
resumed his walk. The thing did not trouble him much. To have what
we want is riches, but to be able to do without is power. To have