I was hunting alone in a strange land among imminent perils, and my aim was not to glorify my skill, but to find the means of life.
The thought strung me up to a mood where delight was more notable than care.

I was adventuring with only my hand to guard me in those ancient, haunted woods, where no white man had ever before travelled.

To experience such moments is to live with the high fervour which God gave to mortals before towns and laws laid their dreary spell upon them.
Early in the day I met a bear--the second I had seen in my life.

I did not want him, and he disregarded me and shuffled grumpily down the hill-side.

I had to be very careful, I remember, to mark my path, so that I could retrace it, and I followed the Border device of making a chip here and there in the bark of trees, and often looking backward to remember the look of the place when seen from the contrary side.