Western field . t off. Tf in thebreath of the pines there is healing, beneaththe shadow of the oaks there is rest, and inthe hearty laugh of the ground-squirrel ofthese western mesas there is mirth andgood-fellowship unbounded. And when I came West think you 1 gaveup my kinship with the outdoors? Not bymany and many a mile of mountainside thatI set my feet to tramp; not by many a mileof sunburned mesa whereon my dogs, longand lean and lank, but full of the fire of life,led me a merry chase. And here I made adiscovery—I found how much better theWest is than the East. I found that herethe outdoo
Western field . t off. Tf in thebreath of the pines there is healing, beneaththe shadow of the oaks there is rest, and inthe hearty laugh of the ground-squirrel ofthese western mesas there is mirth andgood-fellowship unbounded. And when I came West think you 1 gaveup my kinship with the outdoors? Not bymany and many a mile of mountainside thatI set my feet to tramp; not by many a mileof sunburned mesa whereon my dogs, longand lean and lank, but full of the fire of life,led me a merry chase. And here I made adiscovery—I found how much better theWest is than the East. I found that herethe outdoors could be my home for tenmonths in the year and oftentimes for elevenor twelve. The world is just as beautiful,just as interesting under the breath of thedrouth as it is in the season of heaviest rain-fall—if you know how to find out its beautyspots—and here I made new friends in thewildwood—friends that I never intend togive up so long as I can tramp the hills. There is the old cabin bound round about. AN OLD CABIN, BOUND ROUND WITH ROLLING HILLS with rolling hills and now the habitation ofthe squirrels and the chipmunks and thesharp-tongued jays. Did you ever notice howhomelike and cheerful even an empty cabinlooks as it looms up alongside the trail atthe end of a hard hike? And when theopen firelight drives out the shadows andplays across the threshold, how the bright-eyed denizens of the night come, bashfullyand half-afraid, to peep across your doorsill?They do not fear you, but they are so curiousto get better acquainted. There are the ratsand mice—and their name in the SouthernCalifornia hills is legion—to them I neverbegrudge a meal, from the gray-headed oldpack rats down to the long-legged jumpersof the lower flats. Such a cabin as this isalways open, always ready to welcome thewanderer, must contain an interesting recordof those that have passed through it. Howlike some of the momentary stopping placesof life it is, and how we grow to love itsmoss-grown s
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