want to see the woods as their fathers saw it before them and 

 take a peep back into the world as God made it before man 

 changed it about to suit his needs or convenience. To them 

 there is no beauty in a well groomed lawn leading down to a 

 highly manicured lake shore. Immaculate beservanted picnic 

 parties in throbbing, brass bedecked motor boats do not ap- 

 peal to them. The roar of an eight-cylinder touring car in a 

 patch of woods fit for the rites of the Druids is to them little 

 short of an indecent intrusion. A low-necked dance in a bril- 

 liantly lighted ballroom is a desecration of the cool, still dark- 

 ness. 



They want none of these things. They want something in- 

 finitely simpler, and yet, strange as it may seem, infinitely 

 harder to find. They want a place where the darkening forest 

 rises untamed from the lake shore, a spot where the honk of 

 the motor is yet unknown, where the primordial feud of wolf 

 and the deer is yet on to the death, and the crazy call of the 

 lonely loon answers the yelp of the wandering coyote, where 

 the timid doe and her spotted fawns drink undismayed at the 

 edge of the sparkling water; a spot where the splash of the 

 beaver or the hoot of an owl, the drumming of a partridge, the 

 contented squawking of wild ducks at play or the piercing 

 note of the white-throat breaks an otherwise maddening 

 silence. A place where the curling smoke of the campfire rises 

 with the incense smell of burning birch through the fire-lit 

 trees to the dazzling star-lit heavens. Not a care on earth 

 except to know that the sugar is dry and the call of the wild 

 in their souls. 



These are the things that some men seek and the things 

 that are hard to find. 



A few there are fortunate enough to be able to pack their 

 duffle when the red gods call and hie them away to the North- 

 land. With canoe and pack they wander away beyond the 

 beaten paths of men to a place where the world is young and 

 the ancient forest rules supreme; where the wild life quickens 

 the drooping heart and old nature woos them back to forgot- 

 ten ways. But many a man with this same yearning within 

 his soul is blocked by some stubborn mundane thing over 



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