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farewell to the bunch of friends gathered at the rail- 

 road station, to this last writing, I truly hope that 

 something that has been written will induce you to try 

 the experience of living for a time at least in the open 

 air. 



Select some section of the land where you will have 

 to bestir yourselves to endure some hardships, some 

 privations, some exposure to the elements ; where a din- 

 ner upon boiled rice with an accompaniment of ripe 

 blueberries will taste better than the most sumptuous 

 banquet to which you ever sat down; where you 

 will have to scale snow-clad mountains and tramp 

 through the snow, making your lungs work as never 

 before ; where you will oftentimes be so weary as to 

 drop to the ground for rest, and presto you're asleep, 

 only to be awakened, renewed in muscular strength, 

 more resolute of purpose and with a clearer intellect. 

 You will rejoice, when at last you return to your own 

 fireside, that for once, at least, you have lived a new 

 life that you have learned to know what the " great 

 white silence " means and that you have commenced to 

 know yourself. In all of this writing I have been en- 

 deavoring to help you. 



" God knows I have tried to be true ; 

 Please God, you will understand. " 



