106 BOULDER REVEKIES. 



What a man writes for dollars has little value, 

 if he write solely for the sake of the dollars. 

 What he writes from inspiration, from love of 

 his surroundings, from a heart full of content, 

 that, alone, will last. We can never see or 

 hear nature when shut up in a closet or within 

 the four walls of any habitation. That of 

 value, written of her, must be thought out with- 

 in her domain; out where the free air, the 

 blessed sunshine, are unimpeded ; out where the 

 object of which we write is close at hand to 

 lend color and accuracy of description to the 

 imagination of our brain. I write not of na- 

 ture to please the multitude though I am will- 

 ing that it shall praise or condemn if it so de- 

 sire. Rather do I write to please my own 

 fancy and that of a score or so of my chosen 

 friends, whose praise, if sparingly granted, is 

 unto me sufficient reward. 



In another old pasture which I visited a few 

 days ago stand a number of isolated sugar- 

 maples, remnants of the first sugar camp I ever 

 knew the one where the first "stir-off" at 

 which I was a guest took place. The trees were 



