The Gross Heathenism Of Civilization

Hidden In The Glorious Wildness Like Unmined Gold.

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.

No Right Way Is Easy In This Rough World. We Must Risk Our Lives To Save Them.

Government Protection Should Be Thrown Around Every Wild Grove And Forest On The Mountains, As It Is Around Every Private Orchard, And The Trees In Public Parks. To Say Nothing Of Their Value As Fountains Of Timber, They Are Worth Infinitely More Than All The Gardens And Parks Of Towns.

The World Is Big And I Want To Have A Good Look At It Before It Gets Dark.