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budded against the coming spring. All is ready, all 

 is safe, the stores are all in. Quiet and a golden 

 peace lie warm upon the fields. It is Indian summer. 



Such a mood is a necessary condition for the cure. 

 Such a mood is the cure, indeed, for such a mood 

 means harmony with earth and sky, and every wind 

 that blows. In all his physical life man is as much a 

 part of Nature, and as subject to her inexorable laws, 

 as the fields and the trees and the birds. I have seen 

 a maple growing out of the pavement of a city street, 

 but no such maple as stands yonder at the centre of 

 my neighbor's meadow. I lived and grew on the same 

 street with the maple ; but not as I live and grow 

 here on the farm. Only on a farm does a man live in 

 a normal, natural environment, only here can he com- 

 ply with all the demands of Nature, can he find a cure 

 for winter. 



To Nature man is just as precious as a woodchuck 

 or a sparrow, but not more. She cares for the wood- 

 chuck as long as he behaves like a woodchuck ; so 

 she cares for the sparrow, the oyster, the orchid, and 

 for man. But he must behave like a natural man, 

 must live where she intended him to live, and at the 

 approach of winter he must neither hibernate nor 



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