In Winter Quarters 



as right long before the days of Moses 

 and the prophets. Sometimes I think 

 that it will be early enough to claim 

 unlimited sovereignty over the rest of 

 creation when we have first demon- 

 strated capacity to run our own affairs 

 in such way as to assure to each that 

 measure of happiness which is the 

 birthright of every man as well as of 

 every chipmunk and purple martin. 

 And my observations to date lead me 

 to venture the statement that there is 

 more real joy of life in leafy bowers, 

 beneath sunlit waves, in mountain 

 glades; in brief, wherever life other 

 than human runs its normal course, 

 than is found inside the doors of mil- 

 lions of mere men. From which it may 

 be inferred that I believe that there 

 are many lessons to be clipped with 

 profit from our own old Mother Na- 

 ture's book. 



There certainly are times and occa- 

 sions when one feels like asserting that 

 the more highly civilized we become, 

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