Handle A Book As A Bee Does

Handle A Book As A Bee Does A Flower, Extract Its Sweetness But Do Not Damage It.

Walk Away Quietly In Any Direction And Taste The Freedom Of The Mountaineer.

Living Artificially In Towns, We Are Sickly, And Never Come To Know Ourselves.

Do Behold The King In His Glory, King Sequoia. Behold! Behold! Seems All I Can Say.... Well May I Fast, Not From Bread But From Business, Bookmaking, Duty Doing & Other Trifles.... I’m In The Woods Woods Woods, & They Are In Mee-ee-ee.... I Wish I Were Wilder & So Bless Sequoia I Will Be.

It Is A Vast Wilderness Of Rocks In A Sea Of Light, Colored And Glowing Like Oak And Maple In Autumn, When The Sun Gold Is Richest