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AMERICAN FORESTRY 



where the clean wind rushes over spacious prairies, or 

 where it playfully tosses i)ine bouphs and roars through 



deep canyons. To all conies the 



question of where to go. 



Do you seek a camp in the 

 wilds reached by jiack trip, or 

 is it a i)icnic in woody K'en 

 you will i)refer? Are you 

 already sniffinjj the smell 

 of the crisp bacon as it sizzles 

 over the fire in the morn? Does 

 the smell of "coffee in the 

 woods at dawn" carried on the 

 breeze that fans your cheek 

 come to your nostrils as you 

 sit at your desk, or in your 

 den? Does the tug of an imag- 

 inary trout make your hand 

 suddenly grip the penholder 

 and your eyes get filmy in ret- 

 rospection of some fight with 

 a game old rainbow or macki- 

 naw? 



Does your heart yearn for 

 communion with broad lakes 

 or high peaks? Are your feet 

 itchy to scramble up the face 

 of a cliff lying between you and 

 the pinnacle which challenges 

 you to the climb? Can you feel 

 the press of the cool rock 

 against your body where yov 

 cling to the surface for a brief 

 moment of rest? Can you hear 

 the rattle and see the jump of 

 the rock dislodged by your feet 

 as it bounds towards the bottom 

 of the canyon? 



The big woods are calling. 

 Spring Fever is a polite ex- 

 cuse for not answering the call 

 of your native heath the 

 woodlands. The spicy tang of 

 the pine needles pervades the 

 atmosphere and the clean air, 

 a million miles big, waits to 

 give you a lung full that is not 

 laden with the grime of city 

 winds. A hunger so strong 

 that your mouth waters when 

 you just think of a spicy mulligan stew, awaits you in 



THE GREEN INN 



By Theodosia Garrison 



I sicken of men's company 



The crowded tavern's din, 

 When all day long with oath and song 



Sit they who entrance win ; 

 So come I out from noise and rout 



To rest in God's Green Inn. 



Here none may mock an empty purse 



Or ragged coat and poor. 

 But Silence waits within the gates 



And Peace beside the door; 

 The weary guest is vvelcomest, 



The richest pays no score. 



The roof is high and arched and blue. 

 The floor is spread with pine ; 



On my four walls the sunlight falls 

 In golden flecks and fine, 



And swift and fleet on noiseless feet 

 The Four Winds bring me wine. 



Upon my board they set their store 

 Great drinks mixed cunningly. 



Wherein the scent of furze is blent 

 With odor of the sea. 



So from a cup I drink it up 

 To thrill the veins of me. 



It's I will sit in God's Green Inn, 



Unvexed by man or ghost, 

 Yet ever fed and comforted. 



Companioned by mine host 

 And watched at night by that white light 



High swung from coast to coast. 



Oh, you who in the House of Strife, 



Quarrel and game and sin, 

 Come out and see what cheer may be 



For starveling souls and thin 

 Who come at last from drought and fast 



To sit in God's Green Inn. 



(Reprinted.) 



the out-of-doors. The swirl of the water below the rapids 

 hides the form of a big one and the crack of a twig in 



the thicket means that your 

 wild brothers are stealthily 

 taking stock of prodigal man. 



Campfires are dancing in the 

 shadows of giant fir trees in 

 this land of the clean outdoors. 

 Pitchy smoke curls as incense 

 to nature. Spruce-bough beds 

 are there where your tired mus- 

 cles can rest. Perky points of 

 light that seem unbelievably 

 near wink in the heavens and 

 perhaps a luminous disc, the 

 moon, lifts its lamp above the 

 spire-like points of the pines. 

 The open road is beckoning to 

 all the outdoors' family. The 

 greenery of God's woods 

 holds forth a welcome and 

 promise of shelter and rest. 



The outdoors is in your 

 blood. We all belong to the 

 Green-Tree Fraternity through 

 inheritance from our forbears 

 and we answer the call. So 

 while vacation time is still 

 beckoning appealingly and has 

 not come to "stare us in the 

 face," American Forestry is of- 

 fering an outline of "where to 

 go in our National Forests." 

 The editor of this section has 

 collected brief statements from 

 each of the Forest Service Dis- 

 tricts where are many, many 

 acres of outdoorlands where 

 all of your dreams of outdoor 

 life may come true. From this 

 list our reader can surely pick 

 some appealing place to go for 

 his stay in the open and then 

 can w-rite to the District head- 

 quarters of the particular for- 

 est he plans to visit to get more 

 information on what that place 

 has to offer the nienibers of 

 the Green-Tree Fraternity 



the lovers of things outdoors. 



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that steadily growing clan- 



CURIOUS GLACIERS AND CRAGGY PEAKS 



By K. D. Swan. 



'T'llE country of District One is extremely diversified, 

 and one may find in all parts features of some inter- 

 est to those seeking recreation. In the plains country of 



eastern Montana the timbered mesas of the Sioux and 

 Custer Forests offer the vacation seeker shaded areas 

 where he may picnic and camp. In south central Mon- 



