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from expressions almost of alarm. "How savage!" 

 he would say; "it is really Horrible, day after day, 

 and nothing but woods." And how solemn it is to 

 move all day through a majestic colonnade of trees, 

 and feel that you are in a boundless cathedral whose 

 organ notes swell and die away with the passing wind 

 like some grand requiem. Still more exciting is it to 

 lie at midnight by your camp-fire, and watch the 

 moon sailing up amid the trees, or listen to the cry 

 of the loon, wild and lonely, on the wild and lonely 

 lake, or the hoot of the owl in the deep recesses of 

 the forest. 



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