Here are suffering--and peace; few of the riches of man, but an unlimited wealth of contentment and faith. These two, prisoned to the end of their days, have found what all the world is seeking. The little old house of the hollow, even with its tragedy, is glad. And life has made it so, the understanding of life, the voice and living presence of life as it whispers about me now in the golden sheen of Indian summer. And its whisper seems to be, “Men are seeking me, reaching out for me, crying for me--yet they do not find me. They are looking far, and I am very near--so far that they look over and beyond me when I am waiting at their feet. When at last they see me, and understand, then will they have discovered the greatest of all treasures--Faith!” * * * * * Transcriber’s Notes: Punctuation has been made consistent. Variations in spelling and hyphenation were retained as they appear in the original publication. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of God's Country; The Trail to Happiness, by James Oliver Curwood