sting supply to quench the thirst of
plant, of animal and millions of humans in the lower country.

The whole hillside around me is a community of springs of crystal water
laden with iron, and precious salts. It is the breast of Mother Earth
which nurses her offspring.

Here are no noises of the street; the newsboy's cry of "extra" is not
heard. The peddler, the din of trucks, the honk of automobiles, the
clatter of the city--all these are absent.

There is no noise here; just the sweet music of falling water, and the
aeolian lullaby made by the breeze playing on the pine needles.

My eyes take in a panorama of beautiful nature in colors and contrasts
that would give stage fright to any artist who tried to paint the scenes
on canvas.

I am getting pep, this is my treatment for tired nerves; 'tis the
"medcin' of the hills," 'tis nature's cure, and how it brings the pill
box or the bottle of tonic into contempt!

I'm letting down the high tension voltage and getting the calm, natural
pulsation that nature intended the human machine to have.

So quiet, so peaceful, so natural that I drink in inspiration of a
worth-while kind. No war news to read, no records of tragedy, of man's
passions, of man's meanness and man's selfishness.

A little chipmunk sits upright on a rock before me wondering at the
movements of my yellow pencil and the black mark it makes on the paper.

A delicate lace-winged insect lights on my tablet and a saucy "camp
robber" or mutton bird wonders at the unusual sight of me, the big man
animal brother. A big beetle is getting his provisions for the winter. I
recognize his occupation, for I've read about him in Fabre's wonderful
books on insect life.

Here in the sanctum sanctorium of the forest I am made a member of
Nature's lodge, and the ants, and bugs, and beetles, and flowers and
plants and trees are initiating me and telling me the secrets of the
order.

I can only tell you who are in the great busy world outside, the lessons
and morals. The real secrets I must not tell; you will receive them when
you, too, come to the hills and forests, and sit down on a rock alone
and go through the initiation.

You are invited to come in; your application is approved, and you are
eligible to membership.

Come to Nature's lodge meeting and clear away the cobwebs from your
weary brain; get inspiration and be a man again.

Come and soothe and rest and built up those shredded, weakened, tired,
weary n