As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I'll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm and the avalanche.

I'll make the acquaintance of the wild gardens, and the glaciers, and get as near the heart of this world as I could.

And so I did, I sontered about from rock to rock, from grove to grove, from stream to stream, and whenever I met a new plant I would sit down beside it for a minute or a day, getting to make its acquaitance to hear what it had to tell, I asked the bolders where they had been and wither they were going, and when night found me, there I camped.

I took no more heed to save time, or make haste than did the trees, or the stars. This is true freedom, A good practicle sort of immortality.