Excerpt from In the Wilderness In the Wilderness I. The Azure Fields were veil'd as with a dew; The Meadow-cups were lost to mortal view; The silvery Lake lent not its wonted light, For Gloom had stretch'd her canopy - 'twas Night. II. And Silence strange - as if the pulse of Time Had ceased, and Neverness was in its prime, - Did reign; and reigning augur'd things to be; Things felt - by what? Ah! that's the mystery. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Wilderness No, said the woman presently, no one will cczne to-night. It'll be dark in a few minutes, and if any one had intended to come on here, they'd stop at Nova. There, listen to that l. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Winning the Wilderness The last Indian trail had disappeared. The hoofprints of cavalry horses had faded away. The price had been paid for the prairie - the costly measure of death and dar ing. But the prairie itself, in its loneliness and loveliness, was still unsubdued. Through the fury of the winter's blizzard, the glory of the springtime, the brown wastes of burning midsummer, the long autumn, with its soft sweet air, its opal skies, and the land a dream of splendor which the far mirage reflects and the wide horizon frames in a curtain of exquisite amethyst - through none of these was the prairie subdued. Only to the coming of that king whose scepter is the hoe, did soul of the soil awake to life and promise. To him the wilderness gave up every thing except its beauty and the sweep of the freedom breathing winds that still inspire it. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Waiting in the Wilderness This grass plot was a wilderness meeting place for wild folks. -half a dozen wild-life trails crossed it or terminated in it. There were numberless air routes to and through it traversed by bats, butterflies, and birds. Often the wild life ceased to search for food, played their primitive games with enthusiasm, and sometimes they had battles or courtships. Often I came back to this place to note the Changes in the flowers or the growth of the birds in the neighbourhood nests. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Alone in the Wilderness On the Saturday afternoon of October fourth, nineteen hundred and thirteen, just at the time when sunshine marked the end of two days' heavy rain, I emerged from the Canadian for est on the shores of Lake Megantic, having lived the life of a primitive man for two months in the wilderness of northern Maine. I was tanned to the color of an Indian. I had a matted beard, and long, matted hair. I was scratched from head to foot by briers and underbrush. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Adventures in the Wilderness On page 42 of this work the author commends the Keeseville route to parties entering the wilderness from Lake Champlain. Since its publication, information has reached him of such a nature as to induce the recommendation of the Plattsburg route as well. The latter is comparatively an easy route. From Plattsburg cars run to Point of Rocks (or Ausable Forks), intersecting the Keeseville road, and saving some sixteen miles of unpleasant staging from Port Kent. At Fouquet's Hotel, Plattsburg, every facility for rest and preparation can be had. At Point of Rock parties can arrange to meet their means of conveyance to Martin's, Smith's, Bartlett's, and other houses at St. Regis. Invalids, or persons not in robust health, who may venture upon this trip, will find Plattsburg a pleasant and convenient place for recuperation before cutting loose from all the amenities of civilization. The author would particularly advise all parties, before starting, to engage by letter conveyance from Point of Rocks to their destination. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.