Or if you will stand $5 or $6 more expense, buy
a tepee tent for a bath and toilet room. There will be windy days in
fall and spring when an extra tent with a camp stove in it will prove
useful for the nightly hot bath.

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What reward do you reap for all the bother? You are away from all dust
irritating to weak lungs. You are away from all possibility of
re-infecting yourself with your own disease. Except in late autumn and
early spring, you are living under almost cloudless skies, in an
atmosphere steeped in sunshine, spicy with the healing resin of the
pines and hemlocks and spruce, that not only scent the air but literally
permeate it with the essences of their own life. You are living far
above the vapors of sea level, in a region luminous of light. Instead of
the clang of street car bells and the jangle of nerves tangled from too
many humans in town, you hear the flow and the sing and the laughter and
the trebles of the glacial streams rejoicing in their race to the sea.
You climb the rough hills; and your town lungs blow like a whale as you
climb; and every beat pumps inertia out and the sun-healing air in. If
an invalid, you had better take a doctor's advice as to how high you
should camp and climb. In town, amid the draperies and the portieres and
the steam-heated rooms, an invalid is seeking health amid the habitat of
mummies. In the Forests, whether you will or not, you live in sunshine
that is the very elixir of life; and though the frost sting at night, it
is the sting of pulsing, superabundant life, not the lethargy of a
gradual decay.

At the southern edge of the National Forests in the Southwest dwell the
remnants of a race, can be seen the remnants of cities, stand houses
near enough the train to be touched by your hand, that run back in
unbroken historic continuity to dynasties preceding the Aztecs of Mexico
or the Copts of Egypt. When the pyramids were young, long before the
flood gates of the Ural Mountains had broken before the inundating Aryan
hordes that overran the forests and mountains of Europe to the edge of
the Netherland seas, this race which you can see to-day dwelling in New
Mexico and Arizona were spinning their wool, working their silver mines,
and on the approach of the enemy, withdrawing to those eagle nests on
the mountain tops which you can see, where only a rope ladder led up to
the city, or uncertain crumbling steps cut in the face of the s