it must first pierce the outer shell, the veneer, and 

 filter into the subconscious depths, as the sunlight 

 penetrates the forest twilight and brings to life 

 dormant seeds lying there. A new class of ideas 

 comes to life. The seeds of thought planted long 

 ago in the nomadic period of evolution — in the 

 hunter stage — germinate under the forest influ- 

 ence and send forth shoots. It is memory — the 

 race-memory — coming blindly to the surface, and 

 amounts to a reversion, not so great, however, but 

 it may be wholesome. We speak of men being 

 animal when they are sensual or dissipated, un- 

 mindful that animals are neither, but eminently 

 sane, rendering a complete and unconscious obedi- 

 ence to the laws of Nature. Some men make the 

 mistake of trying to take the city to the wilder- 

 ness, and, as a result, get neither one nor the other. 

 The forest has its luxuries, and they consist, in a 

 measure, of freedom from those things considered 

 luxuries in the city. 



Here in the Sierras we live in a wickiup, a sort 

 of a roofless wigwam. The camp overlooks the 

 forest in which the canons and ranges are as folds 

 and wrinkles. Neighbors are few, for animals 

 conceal themselves, while song-birds are not 



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