Camp-fire musings : life and good times in the woods . amp-fire Musings between cov-ers, because I did not consider them worth it. Arecent urgent solicitation led me to go back and lookthem over, and I am agreeably surprised to find inthem a freshness which I did not suspect—an attract-iveness not due to literary style or thought, but to theinfluence of the surroundings in which they were writ-ten. How far this better opinion is due to the asso-ciations and memories which they recall, I can notfairly judge. When one opens his camp chest hefinds that even his blankets are redolent of the forest
Camp-fire musings : life and good times in the woods . amp-fire Musings between cov-ers, because I did not consider them worth it. Arecent urgent solicitation led me to go back and lookthem over, and I am agreeably surprised to find inthem a freshness which I did not suspect—an attract-iveness not due to literary style or thought, but to theinfluence of the surroundings in which they were writ-ten. How far this better opinion is due to the asso-ciations and memories which they recall, I can notfairly judge. When one opens his camp chest hefinds that even his blankets are redolent of the here is a fact upon which I may rest, that thesolitudes in which nature is found in all her waywardfreshness, vivacity and loveliness, will soon be impressions recorded in these pages pertain toconditions that are passing away. Therefore I willgather them up and offer them to those who love trust that this work may be accepted as one acceptsa bouquet, not for its value, but because it carries loveimmersed in color and POSTSCRIPT A new edition of this book is called for soon after the publica-tion of the first, which affords me a desired and an early opportu-nity to answer inquiries. Porethought should have led me to antici-pate them. If I am an enthusiast for the vast and lofty forests and the lonelylakes and streams, it was primarily because they afforded the mostdelightful hunting grounds for health. The muskallonge mightbreak my line, the deer wave me a breezy adieu, and the bear onlygo faster for the ping of my bullet; but health I never missed, norfailed to bring home a supply of it sufficient to last me a year. Thecross-examination to which I have been subjected mostly relates togeneral principles. May ladies go? What is the outfit? How and where shall we go. Most certainly ladies may go. More than men they need tobreak the monotony of life squarely off, and make a summary rid-dance of it. Let them make wood-nymphs of themselves. Whoever
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