Music of the Wild 



gloom in its depths, sobs among its branches, cries 

 from its inhabitants. If your heart is blackened 

 with ugly secrets, better bleach them in the heal- 

 ing sunshine of tlie fields. The soul with a secret 

 is always afraid, and fear was born and has estab- 

 lished its hiding place in the forest. You must ig- 

 nore much personal discomfort and be sure you 

 are free from sadness and fear before you can be 

 at home in the forest. 



But to all brave, happy hearts I should say, 

 "Go and learn the mighty chorus." Somewhere in 

 The ^^^ depths of the forest you will meet the Creator. 

 Creator's Tlie ])lace is the culmination of His plan for men 

 Gift to Men adown the ages, a material thing proving how His 

 work evolves, His real gift to us remaining in nat- 

 ural form. The fields epitomize man. They lay 

 as he made them. They are artificial. They came 

 into existence through the destruction of the forest 

 and the change of natural conditions. They prove 

 how man utilized the gift God gave to him. But 

 in the forest the Almighty is yet housed in His 

 handiwork and lives in His creation. 



Therefore step out boldly. You are with the 

 Infinite. Earth that bears trees from ten to four- 

 teen feet in circumference, from forty to sixty to 

 the branching, and set almost touching each other, 

 will not allow you to sink far. You are in little 

 danger of meeting anytliing that is not more 

 frightened at your intrusion than you are at it. 



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