I was enjoying the freedom from the noise and scramble, the dirt and smoke and smudge of the city, with its piles upon piles of ugly buildings, and never a breath of such pure air as this to be breathed.

I was thinking of these fine young chaps, the Boy Scouts I saw there, who are trying to study God's big out-of-doors and must content themselves with stingy little parks.

It's the love of Nature that takes them to the parks, and compared with this they have a poor substitute.

This is the world as God made it, with all its primordial beauty.

We're fortunate that circumstances placed us here, Thomas, and we should be for ever thankful." "I'm wonderin' now," observed Thomas, as he and Doctor Joe paced up and down the gravelly beach, "why folks ever lives in such places as you tells about.