194 Footprints 



no footprints of human interest and historic, 

 I at least had followed a path made forty 

 years ago, a path that had been worn among 

 bushes and now led through a forest. It was 

 indeed suggestive. By the camp-lire that 

 night I vowed to plant a forest where now 

 there was but a thicket, and in my dreams 

 I walked through a noble wood. 



Think how much might be done to beau- 

 tify the world, and how little is accom- 

 plished. 



