The autumn sunlight over the woods and pastures is deeply, richly yellow.

There are meadow larks and off somewhere the tinkle of a cow bell.

Oh, Ann, how good it is to be alive! "Ages ago, in that remote and barbarous past when I lived with a roof above my head, there were times when every pulse of my body cried and begged for life--for gypsy life and gypsy wind and the song of the roaring river! Now, somehow, I feel that I have lived indeed--so fully that a wonderful flood tide of peace and happiness flows strongly in my veins.

I am brown and happy.

Each day I cook and tramp and fish and swim and sleep--how I sleep with the leaves rustling a lullaby of infinite peace above me! Would you believe that I lived for two days and nights in a mountain cave?
I did indeed, but Johnny was greatly troubled.