THE AUDUBON BULLETIN 
1937 
Wool Shirt Wandering 
By AN “O. D.”’ DEVOTEE 
“T set apart a day for wandering; 
I heard the woodlands ring; 
The hidden White-throat sing, 
And the harmonic West, 
Beyond a fair hill-crest, 
Touch its Aeolian string. 
Remote from all the brawl and bruit of men, 
And iron tongue of trade, 
I followed the clear calling of a wren 
Deep in the bosom of a sheltered glade, 
Where interwoven branches spread a shade 
Of soft, cool beryl like the evening seas 
Unruffled by the breeze. 
And there and there— 
I watched the maiden hair, 
The pale blue iris grass, 
The water spider in his poise and pass 
Upon a pool that like a mirror was. 
I took for confident 
The diligent, wee ant 
Threading the clover and the sorrel isles; 
For me were all the smiles 
Of the sequestered flowers there abloom— 
Chalice and crown and plume; - 
I drank the rich, ripe attars blurred and blent 
And won—content!”’ 
—CLINTON SCOLLARD. 
The trapper, timber-looker, and globe-trotter wander alone; their 
purpose demands it. They are ever pushing onward, untiring, restless, 
eagerly intent upon the accomplishment of their tasks, impatiently 
striving for their goal. A companion might stay their feverish haste. 
Their maxim, indeed, is “He travels fastest who travels alone.” 
Another kind of wandering is the kind that two friends enjoy 
together, slipping away for a few hours from the routine of work 
when the mood arrives, donning wool shirts and well-worn boots, toss- 
ing together a few bits of bread, bacon and cheese, and setting out on 
a quest of pleasure, unhurried, appreciative of the world and of each 
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