Edgar Wallace,
Sanders of the River — VII.—THE FOREST OF HAPPY DREAMS
(1911)
“ For a moment the squatting figure made no reply, then he rose and stretched himself."Master," he said, speaking in Arabic—which is a language which allows of nice distinctions—"this man was happy; he walked in the Forest of Happy Thoughts; why should I call him back to a land where there was neither sunshine nor happiness, but only night and pain and sickness?""You're a philosopher," said Sanders irritably. ”
