resources of his neighborhood, cutting the forests recklessly, exhausting the soil, surrendering water power and minerals into a few far-clutching fingers, he has done it because he expects, like Voltaire
's Signor Pococurante
, “to have a new garden tomorrow, built on a nobler plan.”
When New York State
grew too crowded for Cooper
's Leather-Stocking, he shouldered his pack, whistled to his dog, glanced at the sun, and struck a bee-line for the Mississippi
Nothing could be more typical of the first three hundred years of American history.
The traits of the pioneer have thus been the characteristic traits of the American
The memories of successive generations have tended to stress these qualities to the neglect of others.
Everyone who has enjoyed the free life of the woods will confess' that his own judgment upon his casual summer associates turns, quite naturally and almost exclusively, upon their characteristics as woodsmen.
Out of the woods, these gentlemen may be more or less admirable divines, pedants, men of affairs; but the verdict of their companions in the forest is based chiefly upon the single question of their adaptability to the environment of the camp.
Are they quick of eye and foot, skillful with rod and gun, cheerful on