and its trail may be detected by curs of lowest de- 

 gree. Did this great snow come to reveal the track 

 merely of some timorous hare, or of the Great Hare, 

 whose track no hunter has seen? Is there no trace 

 nor suggestion of Purity to be detected? If one could 

 detect the meaning of the snow, would he not be on 

 the trail of some higher life that has been abroad in 

 the night? A life which, pursued, does not earth it- 

 self, does not burrow downward but upward, which 

 takes not to the trees but to the heavens as its home, 

 which the hunter pursues with winged thoughts and 

 aspirations, — these the dogs that tree it, — rally- 

 ing his pack with the bugle notes of undying faith, 

 and returns with some worthier trophy than a fox's 

 tail, a life which we seek, not to destroy it, but to save 

 our own? 



Journal, vi, 43, 44. 



