NOVEL EDITING IN NEARNESS TO NATURE 



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ground of the forest, and stands a sen- 

 tinel as it were, to guard the traditions 

 of the past and to remind the present 

 generation of the days when the red 

 man followed the "trail." Close by 

 the trolley cars rumble, across the 

 river speeds the express train ; on the 

 highway automobiles and other vehi- 

 cles pass and repass ; through the 

 gorge the Westfield River Mows peace- 

 fully, and back in the hills reign the 

 tranquility and the mystery of the 

 wilderness. To the right Mount Te- 

 koa rears its imposing height, and at 

 the eastern portals of the Berkshires 

 the traveler pauses between the past 

 and the present. Where else in New 

 England can be found such a con- 

 trast — the busy present day life, and 

 the quiet and primitive beauty of the 

 forest? 



Approaching the wigwam one dis- 

 covers on the terrace the word "Calu- 

 met," printed on the green lawn in 

 letters of white stone five teet high. 

 A little further on letters in the same 

 style and size state that the "pale face" 

 has entered Mohican Forest. The wig- 

 wam stands on an abrupt prominence, 

 and its primitive covering and fantas- 



tic decorations blend harmoniously 

 with the green of the woods. About 

 it bloom bright flowers in beds made 

 and cared for by the "white chief.'* 

 Nearby is an observation platform 

 from which the visitor may gaze at 

 the scene for miles around, while the 

 "sachem's seat" is an interesting and 

 enticing nook. 



The walls of the sanctum are cov- 

 ered with skins and furs, and a cheery 

 blaze in the stone fireplace invites us 

 to slip into the rough hewn but ser- 

 viceable chair. From the depths of a 

 wooden chest the "white chief" pro- 

 duces some lunch, and, while we 

 munch contentedly, he waves his 

 magic wand, and, following his hand, 

 we behold on the opposite side of the 

 room an up-to-date, twentieth century 

 printing plant and the editorial depart- 

 ment of the Calumet. Then he may 

 deliver a little sermon on out-of-door 

 life, on communion with nature and 

 the mysteries of woodcraft. The day 

 is far spent when we leave the wig- 

 wam, but a feeling of rest, of refresh- 

 ment and of hours well spent lingers 

 as we "trail" back to the "big town'' 

 and its contrasting life and work. 



SENECA WIGWAM. SHOWING THE PROPRIETOR IN INDIAN COSTUME. 



