How Narrow We Selfish Conceited

We All Travel The Milky Way Together, Trees And Men; But It Never Occurred To Me Until This Storm-day, While Swinging In The Wind, That Trees Are Travelers In The Ordinary Sense. They Make Many Journeys, Not Extensive Ones, It Is True; But Our Own Little Journeys, Away And Back Again, Are Only Little More Than Tree-wavings - Many Of Them Not So Much.

I Made These Sierra Trips, Carrying Only A Sackful Of Bread With A Little Tea And Sugar, And Was Thus Independent And Free.

The Last Days Of This Glacial Winter Are Not Yet Past; We Live In 'creation's Dawn.' The Morning Stars Still Sing Together, And The World, Though Made, Is Still Being Made And Becoming More Beautiful Every Day.

Some People Miss Flesh As A Drunkard Misses His Dram.

The Bat­tle We Have Fought, And Are Still Fight­ing For The Forests Is A Part Of The Eter­nal Con­flict Between Right And Wrong, And We Can­not Expect To See The End Of It. …so We Must Count On Watch­ing And Striv­ing For These Trees, And Should Always Be Glad To Find Any­thing So Surely Good And Noble To Strive For.