A little pure wildness is the one great present want, both of men and sheep.

Heaven knows that John the Baptist was not more eager to get all his fellow sinners into the Jordan than I to baptize all of mine in the beauty of God's mountains.

Yet how hard most people work for mere dust and ashes and care, taking no thought of growing in knowledge and grace, never having time to get in sight of their own ignorance.

Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.

It is a vast wilderness of rocks in a sea of light, colored and glowing like oak and maple in autumn, when the sun gold is richest

But to gain a perfect view, one must go yet further, over a curving brow to a slight shelf on the extreme brink.

Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.