one who is so constituted or has learned to enjoy soli- 

 tude. For a while one lies awake listening to the 

 sounds of the night. Perhaps an owl hoots in the dis- 

 tance or the weird cry of a loon can just be made out. 

 Or a rabbit may stamp his padded feet on the forest 

 ground and the great borers cut and gnaw audibly in 

 some dead tree. But if the solitary camper has pitched 

 his tent in the far Northwoods or on the royal island 

 of Minong in Lake Superior, he has reached the land 

 of silent nights. Toward evening the wind dies down, 

 the waves cease rolling into the long inlets and as the 

 spiry evergreens and the airy birches and poplars begin 

 to appear silhouetted against the evening sky a great 

 silence falls upon the wilderness. No piping hylas and 

 crickets inhabit these sub-boreal forests and not a leaf 

 stirs under the clear starry sky. And in the great cool 

 silence the spirit of the solitary camper sails away to 

 the fountain of youth for which the Spanish knights, 

 haggard and worried, sought in vain in the jungles on 

 the sultry islands and coasts of the South. Unseen the 

 magic spring flows in the silent forests of the North 

 and it is no superstition that those whose spirit bathes 

 in its waters add to the number of their years. 



HOW TO PLANT A WINDBREAK 



By Alfred Terry, Slayton, Minn. 



UNDER the head of Secretary's Corner in the "Hor- 

 ticulturist I notice you wish members of the Hor- 

 ticultural Society who have had experience in wind- 

 breaks to write to you. I have had experience in them 



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