I'm almost ready to swear by him." All this was too much for me, so I slipped off again to be alone, and this time headed for the forest.

Warm patches of sunlight, like gold, brightened the ground; dark patches of sky, like ocean blue, gleamed between the treetops.

Hardly a rustle of wind in the fine-toothed green branches disturbed the quiet.

When I got fully out of sight of camp, I started to run as if I were a wild Indian.

My running had no aim; just sheer mad joy of the grand old forest, the smell of pine, the wild silence and beauty loosed the spirit in me so it had to run, and I ran with it till the physical being failed.
While resting on a fragrant bed of pine needles, endeavoring to regain control over a truant mind, trying to subdue the encroaching of the natural man on the civilized man, I saw gray objects moving under the trees.