My imaginary grandmother, cultured, strong and wise, meets Henry David Thoreau meets Leon Leonwood Bean. This book is beyond the beyond sublime and precious.Published in 1915, the authors account is as fresh today as it would have been then. It took me right to the old woods of New England and upstate New York. I wont say another word so that the book can say it for me....The joyous, exhilarating call of the wilderness and the forest camp is surely and steadily penetrating ...

The joyous, exhilarating call of the wilderness and the forest camp is surely and steadily penetrating through the barriers of brick, stone, and concrete; through the more or less artificial life of town and city; and the American girl is listening eagerly. It is awakening in her longings for free, wholesome, and adventurous outdoor life, for the innocent delights of nature-loving Thoreau and bird-loving Burroughs. Sturdy, independent, self-reliant, she is now demanding outdoor books that ...