WALKING AS AN ART 



WALKING as an art has almost 

 fallen into disuse in these days of 

 wheels, electricity, and horseless 

 vehicles. Yet to some of the old-fogy class, 

 pedestrianism still has charms. At the lake 

 summer-resorts and the farms where city 

 people go for their mid-year vacations, you 

 will find many bicycles and very little evi- 

 dence of stout walking-shoes. This is not as 

 it should be, for, with its many advantages, 

 a bicycle is not fitted to carry a person into 

 the inner sanctuaries of the woods and 

 fields where nature has her choicest treasures 

 hidden. 



You have been at the lake for a week with 

 your wheel, and you have gone to town a 

 couple of times with it and skirted the fields 

 and forests. You have dawdled in ham- 

 mocks and trifled at lawn-tennis, and imag- 

 ined that you were enjoying yourself and see- 

 ing the country. In reality, you have been 



