The Forests Of America, However Slighted By

Not Blind Opposition To Progress,but Opposition To Blind Progress.

In Every Country The Mountains Are Fountains, Not Only Of Rivers But Of Men. Therefore We All Are Born Mountaineers, The Offspring Of Rock And Sunshine.

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

But To Gain A Perfect View, One Must Go Yet Further, Over A Curving Brow To A Slight Shelf On The Extreme Brink.

In This Silent, Serene Wilderness The Weary Can Gain A Heart-bath In Perfect Peace.