has forgotten the salt, he will think more of the things 

 he has left behind, but not now. He turns away with 

 impatient haste to surmount that barrier and have a 

 look beyond. 



When, finally, after much labor, he rests on the cov- 

 eted summit he suffers a distinct disappointment. In- 

 stead of the wonders that he" hopes to see there 

 stretches before him a peaceful valley, plowed and di- 

 vided into many farms very like those he has known 

 all his life. To east and west it lies for many miles 

 and from across the fields a higher, ruggeder hill blocks 

 his view and mocks him. Nature does not trust her 

 richest treasures to a single door. 



Did the traveler but know what was before him he 

 might look with more interest on this maple hill farm 

 land, for it is good land and the last he will see for 

 many a day. Ignorant of this and eager for the un- 

 known things to come, one can but resent this intru- 

 sion of the commonplace and plod sullenly between 

 the well-tilled fields toward the farther hill. As he 

 nears the top of that hill, his hope revives, the farm 

 land disappears as suddenly a)s it appeared and the 

 barren cut-over lands close in njore closely. Five miles 

 out the road branches off to fox farm on Devil Track 

 hike. Ordinarily a fox farm would be a sight to be- 

 hold, but who wants to look at a bunch of caged foxes 

 when he can go where they run wild? Moreover the 

 straight away road is less traveled, rougher and prom- 

 ises more of what one wants. 



The fox farm road left behind, things change de- 

 cidedly for the better. There is no longer any per- 



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