I thought of the
Wonderful City, and of how for a time I had been caught up into
its life. I thought of the men I met at the livery stable,
especially Healy, the wit, and of that strange Girl of the
Street. And it was good to think of them all living around me,
not so very far away, connected with me through darkness and
space by a certain mysterious human cord. Most of all I love that
which I cannot see beyond the hill.
"Harriet," I said aloud, "it grows more wonderful every year how
full the world is of friendly people!"
So I got up quickly and came in here to my room, and taking a
fresh sheet of paper I wrote down the title of my new book:
"The Friendly Road."
I invite you to travel with me upon this friendly road. You may
find, as I did, something which will cause you for a time, to
forget yourself into contentment. But if you chance to be a truly
serious person, put down my book. Let nothing stay your hurried
steps, nor keep you from your way.
As for those of us who remain, we will loiter as much as ever we
please. We'll take toll of these spring days, we'll stop wherever
evening overtakes us, we'll eat the food of hospitality--and make
friends for life!
DAVID GRAYSON.
CONTENTS
Preface
I. I Leave My Farm
II.
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