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With this thought of my predicamentand the glimpse I had of myself 〃hungry and homeless〃the humour of the whole situation suddenly came over me； and； beginning with a chuckle； I wound up； as my mind dwelt upon my recent adventures； with a long； loud； hearty laugh。
As I laughedand what a roar it made in that darkness！I got up on my feet and looked up at the sky。 One bright star shone out over the woods； and in high heavens I could see dimly the white path of the Milky Way。 And all at once I seemed again to be in command of myself and of the world。 I felt a sudden lift and thrill of the spirits； a warm sense that this too was part of the great adventurethe Thing Itself。
〃This is the light；〃 I said looking up again at the sky and the single bright star； 〃which is set for me to…night。 I will make my bed by it。〃
I can hope to make no one understand （unless he understands already） with what joy of adventure I now crept through the meadow toward the wood。 It was an unknown； unexplored world I was in； and I； the fortunate discoverer； had here to shift for himself； make his home under the stars！ Marquette on the wild shores of the Mississippi； or Stanley in Africa； had no joy that I did not know at that moment。
I crept along the meadow and came at last to the wood。 Here I chose a somewhat sheltered spot at the foot of a large treeand yet a spot not so obscured that I could not look out over the open spaces of the meadow and see the sky。 Here； groping in the darkness； like some primitive creature； I raked together a pile of leaves with my fingers； and found dead twigs and branches of trees； but in that moist forest （where the rain had fallen only the day before） my efforts to kindle a fire were unavailing。 Upon this； I considered using some pages from my notebook； but another alternative suggested itself：
〃Why not Montaigne？〃
With that I groped for the familiar volume； and with a curious sensation of satisfaction I tore out a handful of pages from the back。
〃Better Montaigne than Grayson；〃 I said； with a chuckle。 It was amazing how Montaigne sparkled and crackled when he was well lighted。
〃There goes a bundle of quotations from Vergil；〃 I said； 〃and there's his observations on the eating of fish。 There are more uses than one for the classics。〃
So I ripped out a good part of another chapter； and thus； by coaxing； got my fire to going。 It was not difficult after that to find enough fuel to make it blaze up warmly。
I opened my bag and took out the remnants of the luncheon which Mrs。 Clark had given me that morning； and I was surprised and delighted to find； among the other things； a small bottle of coffee。 This suggested all sorts of pleasing possibilities and； the spirit of invention being now awakened； I got out my tin cup； split a sapling stick so I could fit it into the handle； and set the cup； full of coffee； on the coals at the edge of the fire。 It was soon heated； and although I spilled some of it in getting it off； and although it was well spiced with ashes； I enjoyed it； with Mrs。 Clark's doughnuts and sandwiches （some of which I toasted with a sapling fork） as thoroughly； I think； as ever I enjoyed any meal。
How little we knowwe who dread lifehow much there is in life！
My activities around the fire had warmed me to the bone； and after I was well through with my meal I gathered a plentiful supply of wood and placed it near at hand； I got out my waterproof cape and put it on； and； finally piling more sticks on the fire； I sat down comfortably at the foot of the tree。
I wish I could convey the mystery and the beauty of that night。 Did you ever sit by a campfire and watch the flames dance； and the sparks fly upward into the cool dark air？ Did you ever see the fitful light among the tree…depths； at one moment opening vast shadowy vistas into the forest； at the next dying downward and leaving it all in sombre mystery？ It came to me that night with the wonderful vividness of a fresh experience。
And what a friendly and companionable thing a campfire is！ How generous and outright it is！ It plays for you when you wish so be lively； and it glows for you when you wish to be reflective。
After a while； for I did not feel in the least sleepy； I stepped out of the woods to the edge of the pasture。 All around me lay the dark and silent earth； and above the blue bowl of the sky； all glorious with the blaze of a million worlds。 Sometimes I have been oppressed by this spectacle of utter space； of infinite distance； of forces too great for me to grasp or understand； but that night it came upon me with fresh wonder and power； and with a sense of great humility that I belonged here too； that I was a part of it alland would not be neglected or forgotten。 It seemed to me I never had a moment of greater faith than that。
And so； with a sense of satisfaction and peace； I returned to my fire。 As I sat there I could hear the curious noises of the woods； the little droppings； cracklings； rustlings which seemed to make all the world alive。 I even fancied I could see small bright eyes looking out at my fire； and once or twice I was almost sure I heard voiceswhisperingperhaps the voices of the woods。
Occasionally I added； with some amusement； a few dry pages of Montaigne to the fire； and watched the cheerful blaze that followed。
〃No；〃 said I； 〃Montaigne is not for the open spaces and the stars。 Without a roof over his head Montaigne wouldwell； die of sneezing。〃
So I sat all night long there by the tree。 Occasionally I dropped into a light sleep； and then； as my fire died down； I grew chilly and awakened； to build up the fire and doze again。 I saw the first faint gray streaks of dawn above the trees； I saw the pink glow in the east before the sunrise； and I watched the sun himself rise upon a new day
When I walked out into the meadow by daylight and looked about me curiously； I saw； not forty rods away； the back of a barn。
〃Be you the fellow that was daown in my cowpasture all night？〃 asked the sturdy farmer。
〃I'm that fellow；〃 I said。
〃Why didn't you come right up to the house？〃
〃Well〃 I said； and then paused。
〃Well 。 。 。〃 said I。
CHAPTER VIII。 THE HEDGE
Strange； strange； how small the big world is！
〃Why didn't you come right into the house？〃 the sturdy farmer had asked me when I came out of the meadow where I had spent the night under the stars。
〃Well；〃 I said； turning the question as adroitly as I could； 〃I'll make it up by going into the house now。〃
So I went with him into his fine； comfortable house。
〃This is my wife；〃 said he。
A woman stood there facing me。 〃Oh！〃 she exclaimed； 〃Mr。 Grayson！〃
I recalled swiftly a childa child she seemed thenwith braids down her back； whom I had known when I first came to my farm。 She had grown up； married； and had borne three children； while I had been looking the other way for a minute or two。 She had not been in our neighborhood for several years。
〃And how is your sister and Doctor McAlway？〃
Well； we had quite a wonderful visit； she made breakfast for me； asking and talking eagerly as I ate。
〃We've just had news that old Mr。 Toombs is dead。〃
〃Dead！〃 I exclaimed； dropping my fork； 〃old Nathan Toombs！〃
〃Ye