. Outdoors in New England . Apply to yourselves the rite of Baptism Here in the ancient forest maze,Remote from Mammons specious ways, And wandering at my , flowers and trees shall be my friends,And birds and streamlets make amends For much of earthly ill —John McPherson Let us turn now, by way of contrast, to the very antithesisof the open New England seashore—the heart of the Mainewilderness. Here, if anywhere, is the great New England Outdoors,free, untrammeled, unconventional, widespreading, silent andeternal. The New England wilderness always will abide, formen who would destroy
. Outdoors in New England . Apply to yourselves the rite of Baptism Here in the ancient forest maze,Remote from Mammons specious ways, And wandering at my , flowers and trees shall be my friends,And birds and streamlets make amends For much of earthly ill —John McPherson Let us turn now, by way of contrast, to the very antithesisof the open New England seashore—the heart of the Mainewilderness. Here, if anywhere, is the great New England Outdoors,free, untrammeled, unconventional, widespreading, silent andeternal. The New England wilderness always will abide, formen who would destroy it ruthlessly would not go unscathedof the Almighty who fashioned A Springtime Symphony Again we follow in the wake of the iron horse and oncemore he charges toward the Eastern Country, only this timeforsaking the coast ere he has traversed half of its length The wonderful, wonderful Maine wilderness, with itsten million acres, its two thousand or more water sheets and itsnumberless rivers and streams! Here, in its solemn, needle-carpeted aisles lingers the spirit of the departed red men; hererun the trails of the moose, the deer, the wildcat and the hare;here by the lakeside, whose whispering birches is the camp otthe hunter and fisherman, the smoke of his fire curling upwardtoward the untarnished blue. Here too, resounds the axe of the lumberman, the barkof the fox, the hoot of the owl; and anon through the silences comes the faint swish of the paddle or the sharp crack of therifle. Ah, the New England wilderness must not be spokenof lightly. It must be lived and felt. It cannot be more than the sight and the sound of the sea, aweek
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