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Adventures in Contentment
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David Grayson
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III
THE
JOY
OF
POSSESSION
"How
sweet
the
west
wind
sounds
in
my
own
trees:
How
graceful
climb
these
shadows
on
my
hill."
Always
as
I
travel,
I
think,
"Here
I
am,
let
anything
happen!"
I
do
not
want
to
know
the
future;
knowledge
is
too
certain,
too
cold,
too
real.
It
is
true
that
I
have
not
always
met
the
fine
adventure
nor
won
the
friend,
but
if
I
had,
what
should
I
have
more
to
look
for
at
other
turnings
and
other
hilltops?
The
afternoon
of
my
purchase
was
one
of
the
great
afternoons
of
my
life.
When
Horace
put
me
down
at
my
gate,
I
did
not
go
at
once
to
the
house;
I
did
not
wish,
then,
to
talk
with
Harriet.
The
things
I
had
with
myself
were
too
important.
I
skulked
toward
my
barn,
compelling
myself
to
walk
slowly
until
I
reached
the
corner,
where
I
broke
into
an
eager
run
as
though
the
old
Nick
himself
were
after
me.
Behind
the
barn
I
dropped
down
on
the
grass,
panting
with
laughter,
and
not
without
some
of
the
shame
a
man
feels
at
being
a
boy.
Close
along
the
side
of
the
barn,
as
I
sat
there
in
the
cool
of
the
shade,
I
could
see
a
tangled
mat
of
smartweed
and
catnip,
and
the
boards
of
the
barn,
brown
and
weather-beaten,
and
the
gables
above
with
mud
swallows'
nests,
now
deserted;
and
it
struck
me
suddenly,
as
I
observed
these
homely
pleasant
things:
"All
this
is
mine."
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