THE HAPPY VALLEY 465 



The privacy of which once we were proud has 

 been invaded by the automobile, but we have for- 

 given it since it makes easier the coming of our 

 friends. There are red letter days which bring 

 to our home men such as Gifford Pinchot with 

 his genius for friendship and a heart that 

 beats for humanity, or William T. Hornaday, 

 apostle of the conservation of wild life, always 

 ready to spend and be spent for the cause. 

 To name all the lovers of the outdoors who 

 are welcome would make this chapter sugges- 

 tive of a catalogue of the Camp-Fire Club of 

 America. 



While reading the proof of this book I had a 

 visit from a well known man who was a clerk in 

 my office fifty years ago, and as he read the story 

 of those exciting days he gleefully reminded me 

 of many amusing or striking incidents which had 

 passed from my memory. Recently the car of 

 a tourist among our beautiful mountains stopped 

 at my door and I looked in the face of a man 

 who gazed silently and inquiringly at me until 

 a quizzical expression in his eye bridged the 



