PREFACE. 



lonely lands. For him is the joy of the horse 

 well ridden and the rifle well held ; for him 

 the long days of toil and hardship, resolutely 

 endured, and crowned at the end with tri- 

 umph. In after years there shall come for- 

 ever to his mind the memory of endless prai- 

 ries shimmering in the bright sun ; of vast 

 snow-clad wastes lying desolate under gray 

 skies ; of the melancholy marshes ; of the rush 

 of mighty rivers ; of the breath of the ever- 

 green forest in summer ; of the crooning of 

 ice-armored pines at the touch of the winds of 

 winter ; of cataracts roaring between hoary 

 mountain masses; of all the innumerable 

 sights and sounds of the wilderness ; of its 

 immensity and mystery ; and of the silences 

 that brood in its still depths. 



THEODORE ROOSEVELT. 



SAGAMORE HILL, 

 June, 1893. 



