For sixty summers and winters did I journey in the woods of America, and ten tiresome years have I dwelt on these open fields, without finding need to call often upon the gifts of the other creatur's of the Lord to carry me from place to place." "If my father has so long lived in the shade, why has he come upon the prairies?
The sun will scorch him." The old man looked sorrowfully about for a moment, and then turning with a confidential air to the other, he replied-- "I passed the spring, summer, and autumn of life among the trees.

The winter of my days had come, and found me where I loved to be, in the quiet--ay, and in the honesty of the woods! Teton, then I slept happily, where my eyes could look up through the branches of the pines and the beeches, to the very dwelling of the Good Spirit of my people.

If I had need to open my heart to him, while his fires were burning above my head, the door was open and before my eyes.

But the axes of the choppers awoke me.

For a long time my ears heard nothing but the uproar of clearings.