WOODLAND PATHS 



these are large tracts where the foot of 

 man rarely treads and the creatures of 

 the wilderness roam and prey, breed and 

 die undisturbed by civilization. They 

 may hear the hoot of the factory whistle 

 morning, noon, and evening, or the faint 

 echoes of the distant roar of trains, but 

 they give no heed. 



Their world is the wilderness and their 

 problem that of living with their forest 

 neighbors. Man hardly enters into their 

 arrangements. Now and then one of 

 these tracts has a past that is related to 

 humanity, though the casual passer would 

 never suspect it. The wilderness sweeps 

 over the trail of man gleefully and his 

 monuments must be built high and strong 

 or they will be swept away with a Vapid- 

 ity that is startling. 



It is only by perpetual efforts that we 



hold on to our landmarks. The rain will 

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