And then you begin to understand, to look back, and see that it
was not what you were born for. It was only the beginning that was to
give you strength for the rest--the prairie all trees and flowers, with
the sunlight and the breeze on the grass."
"It sounds like this journey, like the Emigrant Trail."
"That's what I was thinking. The beautiful start gives you courage for
the mountains. The memory of it carries you over the rough places,
gives you life in your heart when you come to the desert where it's all
parched and bare. And you and your companion go on, fighting against
the hardships, bound closer and closer by the struggle. You learn to
give up, to think of the other one, and then you say, '_This_ is what I
was born for,' and you know you're getting near the truth. To have
some one to go through the fight for, to do the hard work for--that's
the reality after the vision and the dream."
The doctor, thinking of the vanished years of his married life, and his
daughter, of the unknown ones coming, were not looking at the subject
from the same points of view.
"I don't think you make it sound very pleasant," she said, from
returning waves of melancholy.
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