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of their concert for the night. You chat gaily as you move leisurely 
along, calling the attention of each other to each new object of inter- 
est. You enjoy everything with a child-like delight. Your mind re- 
laxes from the strain of business or study and you consider only the 
present, for the past has been dead eons ago and the future is yet 
far, far in the distance. You are content to be alive and to rejoice 
with the living wild things about you. 
When the inner man begins to insinuate need of refreshment, 
you find a suitable spot for the cook-fire, set up your camp grid, and 
toss the steak into the frying pan. As you finish the meal, the moon 
swings over the top of the bluff and fills the woods with mystic shad- 
ows. The frog chorus continues. The Screech Owl calls again; this 
time it is his love call which comes across the water and echoes along 
the ledges. 
“Stars multiply. Wind shining paths 
Across the heavens, paths that lead 
To where in splendor glows the moon 
New born and virgin in the sky. 
Night comes with all her fairy troop; 
The Wind attends her like a knight, 
Whispers her words of love. Hours die. 
Night holds her secret councils.” 
——A. B. LEIGH. 
You sit against a tree and enjoy the amiable conversation of 
your friend. You talk at length, and freely, of many things. With 
confidence and understanding, you invite and welcome that pleasant 
interchange of ideas and opinions. It matters not what you talk 
about or from what angle you approach it. You are fortunate indeed 
if your companion possesses that rare virtue of talkability. On no 
other occasion is it so greatly appreciated; in no other manner can 
there be experienced such mutual helpfulness. Long afterwards these 
campfire chats are cherished portions of memories most precious. 
You rest and find contentment in the comradeship of each other 
Hach of you receives new strength; you are both inspired. You 
return to the job of life with new appreciation of the sacred bond 
of friendship. 
The wayfarer who travels for gold travels alone. The wanderer 
who seeks the wild for its own sake, for the joys of the wool shirt, 
tramps by the side of a friend, faithful and worthy. Together they 
seek, and win, content. 
