Compelling Chords 



for years he toiled tediously, some- 

 times painfully, through days of de- 

 pression and discouragement that 

 sometimes threatened to overcome his 

 resistance. There were many hours 

 when his mind wandered from his 

 work to an old wood-lot where a figure- 

 four rabbit-trap used to be set in the 

 snow on clear, cold, moonlit winter 

 nights. 



Just how many miles of manuscript 

 of a more or less technical character 

 came from his pencil point he has never 

 taken the trouble to calculate. The 

 main thing is that it somehow found 

 a market, bringing in enough bacon 

 to enable a few families to keep the 

 wolves away from the doors. But 

 ever on his ears fell the call of the 

 quail along the cornfield fence. He was 

 still "seeing things," and it was now 

 well for him he could. Otherwise he 

 might not have been able to keep on, 

 for there are tragedies to be faced 

 along this Via Sacra of the work-a-day 

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