We should all be prospectors of happiness. There are those who discover it in the solitudes of the mountains where freedom is breathed in the air that touches the lofty .peaks. Others find it in the depths of the forest in the songs of the birds, of the brook, of the trees. Most of us must find it in the daily walks of life where the seeking is ofttimes difficult. Nevertheless, there it is in the manufactured glory of the city, in the voices of children, and in the hearts and faces of men. Happiness becomes a habit with some;.
