Forest leaves . dying in that great city, attended as he was by the best skill that moneycould secure. A friend calling on him one day chanced to speak of theAdirondacks, and that many found help from a trip to that region. Fromthat moment he pined for the woods. He insisted on what his family 30 EOREST LEAVES called his insane idea, that the mountain air and the aroma of the forestwould cure him. It was his daily request and entreaty that he might last his parents consented, the more readily because the physiciansassured them that their sons recovery was impossible, and his death amere
Forest leaves . dying in that great city, attended as he was by the best skill that moneycould secure. A friend calling on him one day chanced to speak of theAdirondacks, and that many found help from a trip to that region. Fromthat moment he pined for the woods. He insisted on what his family 30 EOREST LEAVES called his insane idea, that the mountain air and the aroma of the forestwould cure him. It was his daily request and entreaty that he might last his parents consented, the more readily because the physiciansassured them that their sons recovery was impossible, and his death amere matter of time. They started with him for the north in search oflife. When he arrived at the point where he was to meet his guide hewas too reduced to walk. The guide, seeing his condition, refused to takehim into the woods, fearing, as he plainly expressed it, that he woulddie on his hands. At last another guide was prevailed upon to servehim, not so much for the money, as he afterwards told me, but because he. Mirror Lake. pitied the young man, and felt that one so near death as he was shouldbe gratified even in his whims. He went in the first of June, carriedin the arms of his guide. The second week of November he came out,bronzed as an Indian and as hearty. In five months he had gained sixty-five pounds of flesh, and flesh, too, well packed on, as they say in thewoods. Coming out, he carried the boat over all passages; the very sameover which a few months before the guide had carried him, and pulledas strong an oar as any amateur in the wilderness. His meeting with hisfamily I leave the reader to imagine. The wilderness received him almost FOREST LEAVES 37 a corpse. It returned him to his home and the world as happy and healthya man as ever bivouacked under its pines. This, I am aware, is an extreme case, and, as such, may seemexaggerated; but it is not. I might instance many other cases which, ifless startling, are equally corrobative of the general statement. There isone
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