Scribner's magazine . keis a pathless wilderness, in the Enghshladys sense. But when Mr. Burroughsmakes the genemlization that there areno foot-paths in this country, it seemsto me he must be letting his boyhoodget too far away from him. For there are foot-paths enough, cer-tainly. Of course an old foot-path inthis countiy always serves to mark theline of a new road when the people whohad worn it take to keeping there are thousands of miles ofpaths criss-crossing the countiy-sidein all of our older States that will neversee the dirt-cart or the stone-crusher inthe lifetime of anyman
Scribner's magazine . keis a pathless wilderness, in the Enghshladys sense. But when Mr. Burroughsmakes the genemlization that there areno foot-paths in this country, it seemsto me he must be letting his boyhoodget too far away from him. For there are foot-paths enough, cer-tainly. Of course an old foot-path inthis countiy always serves to mark theline of a new road when the people whohad worn it take to keeping there are thousands of miles ofpaths criss-crossing the countiy-sidein all of our older States that will neversee the dirt-cart or the stone-crusher inthe lifetime of anyman alive to-<lay. ;Mi*. Biuroughs—especially whenhe is published inthe dainty littleDouglas duodeci-mos — is one ofthe authors whosebooks a busy manreserves for apocket-luxury oftiaveL So it wasthat, a belatedreader, I cameacross his lamentover our j^athless-ness, some yearsafter my havinghad a hand — or afoot, as you mightsay—in the mak-ing of a certaincross - lots f o o t -way which led meto study the wind-.
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