I Am Hopelessly And Forever A Mountaineer.

...therefore All Childish Fear Must Be Put Away.

I Ran Home In The Moonlight With Firm Strides; For The Sun-love Made Me Strong.

The Power Of Imagination Is Infinite.

The Great Wilds Of Our Country, Once Held To Be Boundless And Inexhaustible, Are Being Rapidly Invaded And Overrun In Every Direction, And Everything Destructible In Them Is Being Destroyed. How Far Destruction May Go It Is Not Easy To Guess. Every Landscape, Low And High, Seems Doomed To Be Trampled And Harried. Even The Sky Is Not Safe From Scath-blurred And Blackened Whole Summers Together With The Smoke Of Fires That Devour The Woods.

I Care To Live Only To Entice People To Look At Nature’s Loveliness.