234 WALL STREET AND THE WILDS 



sengers can't reach you, unless you prefer to go 

 to — Heaven." 



I took his advice and plunged into the Adi- 

 rondack wilds, but the trail I left was so broad 

 that a messenger followed and found me in camp 

 at Tupper's Lake. It was not the million dol- 

 lar so-called camp of to-day, but only a tent in 

 the wilderness. There was not another habita- 

 tion on the lake and the nearest resident lived in 

 a hut some miles distant. I came upon his 

 place while hunting and found him working in 

 his patch of a garden. He asked many ques- 

 tions about my home in New York and I fan- 

 cied I had impressed him by my replies. Yet 

 his final comment, made while leaning on his hoe 

 as I took my leave, was: 



"Don't yer kinder hate ter live so fur off?" 

 This was just before Adirondack Murray in- 

 troduced these wilds to an ailing world which 

 filled every cabin with invalids and piled Sara- 

 toga trunks around it and which set up innumer- 

 able tents for those whose only hope was in a 

 miracle. 



