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earned two or three deep and simple things about life： I have learned that happiness is not to be had for the seeking； but comes quietly to him who pauses at his difficult task and looks upward。 I have learned that friendship is very simple； and； more than all else； I have learned the lesson of being quiet； of looking out across the meadows and hills； and of trusting a little in God。
And now； for the moment； I am regaining another of the joys of youththat of the sense of perfect freedom。 I made no plans when I left home； I scarcely chose the direction in which I was to travel； but drifted out； as a boy might； into the great busy world。 Oh； I have dreamed of that！ It seems almost as though； after ten years； I might again really touch the highest joys of adventure！
So I took the Road as it came； as a man takes a woman； for better or worseI took the Road； and the farms along it； and the sleepy little villages； and the streams from the hillsidesall with high enjoyment。 They were good coin in my purse！ And when I had passed the narrow horizon of my acquaintanceship； and reached country new to me； it seemed as though every sense I had began to awaken。 I must have grown dull； unconsciously； in the last years there on my farm。 I cannot describe the eagerness of discovery I felt at climbing each new hill； nor the long breath I took at the top of it as I surveyed new stretches of pleasant countryside。
Assuredly this is one of the royal moments of all the yearfine； cool； sparkling spring weather。 I think I never saw the meadows richer and greenerand the lilacs are still blooming； and the catbirds and orioles are here。 The oaks are not yet in full leaf； but the maples have nearly reached their full mantle of verdurethey are very beautiful and charming to see。
It is curious how at this moment of the year all the world seems astir。 I suppose there is no moment in any of the seasons when the whole army of agriculture； regulars and reserves； is so fully drafted for service in the fields。 And all the doors and windows； both in the little villages and on the farms； stand wide open to the sunshine； and all the women and girls are busy in the yards and gardens。 Such a fine； active； gossipy； adventurous world as it is at this moment of the year！
It is the time； too； when all sorts of travelling people are afoot。 People who have been mewed up in the cities for the winter now take to the open roadall the peddlers and agents and umbrella…menders； all the nursery salesmen and fertilizer agents； all the tramps and scientists and poetsall abroad in the wide sunny roads。 They； too； know well this hospitable moment of the spring； they； too； know that doors and hearts are open and that even into dull lives creeps a bit of the spirit of adventure。 Why； a farmer will buy a corn planter； feed a tramp； or listen to a poet twice as easily at this time of year as at any other！
For several days I found myself so fully occupied with the bustling life of the Road that I scarcely spoke to a living soul； but strode straight ahead。 The spring has been late and cold： most of the corn and some of the potatoes are not yet in； and the tobacco lands are still bare and brown。 Occasionally I stopped to watch some ploughman in the fields： I saw with a curious； deep satisfaction how the moist furrows； freshly turned； glistened in the warm sunshine。 There seemed to be something right and fit about it； as well as human and beautiful。 Or at evening I would stop to watch a ploughman driving homeward across his new brown fields； raising a cloud of fine dust from the fast drying furrow crests。 The low sun shining through the dust and glorifying it； the weary…stepping horses； the man all sombre…coloured like the earth itself and knit into the scene as though a part of it； made a picture exquisitely fine to see。
And what a joy I had also of the lilacs blooming in many a dooryard； the odour often trailing after me for a long distance in the road； and of the pungent scent at evening in the cool hollows of burning brush heaps and the smell of barnyards as I went bynot unpleasant； not offensiveand above all； the deep； earthy； moist odour of new…ploughed fields。
And then； at evening； to hear the sound of voices from the dooryards as I pass quite unseen； no words； but just pleasant； quiet intonations of human voices； borne through the still air； or the low sounds of cattle in the barnyards； quieting down for the night； and often； if near a village； the distant； slumbrous sound of a church bell； or even the rumble of a trainhow good all these sounds are！ They have all come to me again this week with renewed freshness and impressiveness。 I am living deep again！
It was not； indeed； until last Wednesday that I began to get my fill； temporarily； of the outward satisfaction of the Roadthe primeval takings of the sensesthe mere joys of seeing； hearing； smelling； touching。 But on that day I began to wake up； I began to have a desire to know something of all the strange and interesting people who are working in their fields； or standing invitingly in their doorways； or so busily afoot in the country roads。 Let me add； also； for this is one of the most important parts of my present experience； that this new desire was far from being wholly esoteric。 I had also begun to have cravings which would not in the least be satisfied by landscapes or dulled by the sights and sounds of the road。 A whiff here and there from a doorway at mealtime had made me long for my own home； for the sight of Harriet calling from the steps：
〃Dinner； David。〃
But I had covenanted with myself long before starting that I would literally 〃live light in spring。〃 It was the one and primary condition I made with myselfand made with serious purposeand when I came away I had only enough money in my pocket and sandwiches in my pack to see me through the first three or four days。 Any man may brutally pay his way anywhere； but it is quite another thing to be accepted by your humankind not as a paid lodger but as a friend。 Always； it seems to me； I have wanted to submit myself； and indeed submit the stranger； to that test。 Moreover； how can any man look for true adventure in life if he always knows to a certainty where his next meal is coming from？ In a world so completely dominated by goods； by things； by possessions； and smothered by security； what fine adventure is left to a man of spirit save the adventure of poverty？
I do not mean by this the adventure of involuntary poverty； for I maintain that involuntary poverty； like involuntary riches； is a credit to no man。 It is only as we dominate life that we really live。 What I mean here； if I may so express it； is an adventure in achieved poverty。 In the lives of such true men as Francis of Assisi and Tolstoi； that which draws the world to them in secret sympathy is not that they lived lives of poverty； but rather； having riches at their hands； or for the very asking； that they chose poverty as the better way of life。
As for me； I do not in the least pretend to have accepted the final logic of an achieved poverty。 I have merely abolished temporarily from my life a few hens and cows； a comfortable old farmhouse； andcertain other emoluments and hereditamentsbut remain the slave of sundry cloth upon my back and sundry articles in my gray bagincluding a fat pocket volume or so； and a tin whistle。 Let them pass now。 To…morrow I may wish to attempt life with still less。 I might survive without my battered copy of 〃Montaigne〃 or even submit to existence without that sense of distant companionship symbolized by a postage…stamp； and as for trousers
In this deceptive world； how difficult attainment is perfection！
No； I expect I shall continue for a long time to owe the worm his silk； the beast his hide； the sheep his wool； and the cat his perfume！ What I am seeking is something as simple and as quiet as the trees or the hills just to look out around me at the pleasant countryside； to enjoy a little of this show； to meet （and to help a little if I may） a few human beings； and thus to get nearly into the sweet kernel of human life）。 My friend； you may or may not think this a worthy object； if you do not； stop here； go no further with me； but if you do； why； we'll exchange great words on the road； we'll look up at the sky together； we'll see and hear the finest things in this world！ We'll enjoy the sun！ We'll live light in spring！
Until last Tuesday； then； I was carried easily and comfortably onward by the corn； the eggs； and the honey of my past labours； and before Wednesday noon I began to experience in certain vital centres recognizable symptoms of a variety of discomfort anciently familiar to man。 And it was all the sharper because I did not know how or where I could assuage it。 In all my life； in spite of various ups and downs in a fat world； I don't think I was ever before genuinely hungry。 Oh； I've been hungry in a reasonable； civilized way； but I have always known where in an hour or so I could get all I wanted to eata condition accountable； in this world； I am convinced； for no end of stupidity。 But to be both physically and； let us say； psychologically hungry； and not to know where or how to get anything to eat； adds something to the zest of life。
By noon