PREFACE 



T was not to write a book that I 

 visited the Northwest. One need 

 not go so far from Massachusetts 

 to do that. The apple trees under 

 Mullein Hill are as full of books as 



. . . the continuous woods 

 Where rolls the Oregon. 



I spent the summer of 1912 in Oregon, studying 

 the wild life of the State, the fish and game, and 

 particularly the work of the Game Warden in its 

 educational aspects. I took no pencil with me for 

 fear I might write out my eyes. And Nature hates 

 an interviewer anyway. So this volume is not a 

 series of notes, but a group of impressions, deep, 

 indelible impressions of the vast outdoors of 

 Oregon. 



" Vast " is the right word for Oregon, vast and 

 varied, the most alluring land to the naturalist 

 within the compass of our coasts. From Three- 

 Arch Rocks in the Pacific to the broad backs 

 of the Steins we travelled ; from the peaks of the 



