One Can Make A Day Of Any

Who Wouldn't Be A Mountaineer! Up Here All The World's Prizes Seem Nothing

The Axe And Saw Are Insanely Busy, Chips Are Flying Thick As Snowflakes, And Every Summer Thousands Of Acres Of Priceless Forests, With Their Underbrush, Soil, Springs, Climate, Scenery, And Religion, Are Vanishing Away In Clouds Of Smoke, While, Except In The National Parks, Not One Forest Guard Is Employed.

Look! Nature Is Overflowing With The Grandeur Of God!

The Radiance In Some Places Is So Great As To Be Fairly Dazzling... Every Crystal, Every Flower A Window Opening Into Heaven, A Mirror Reflecting The Creator.

One Day's Exposure To Mountains Is Better Than A Cartload Of Books.