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AUTHOR OF “GENERAL WILLIAM BOOTH ENTERS HEAVEN,” “THE CONGO,” ETC.
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY NEW YORK :: LONDON :: MCMXXIII
COPYRIGHT, 1923, BY D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
THE MYSTIC ROOSTER OF THE MONTANA SUNRISE 12
THE MYSTIC UNICORN OF THE MOUNTAIN SUNSET 30
THE BOAT WITH THE KITE STRING AND THE CELESTIAL EYES 42
The Mystic Rooster of the Montana Sunrise 13
The Mystic Unicorn of the Montana Sunset 31
The Boat with the Kite String and the Celestial Eyes 43
This book is a sequel and a reply to a book by Stephen Graham, explorer-poet, and Vernon Hill, artist.
I had a splendid six weeks tramping with my lifetime friend, Stephen Graham, in the Rockies. We climbed northwest through Glacier Park, Montana, across the Canadian line into Alberta, Canada. There it is in two sentences.
It would take more than the _Encyclopædia Britannica_ to tell on how many points I differ from Stephen, and on how many points I agree with him. I had not the least idea that so much Lindsay was going into Graham’s fireside notes--while I was asleep at noon, often recovering in an hour from ten hours of restless, sleepless freezing by night. I do not hold myself liable in court for any opinions of mine then recorded by Graham. My daytime strength was not all given to thought, however, but often to trying to keep Graham in sight when he was a quarter of a mile ahead of me climbing mountains absolutely perpendicular. As I remember our first fireside discussions, they were as to whether there was actually such a person as Patrick Henry. Graham had an idea he was a perverse invention of my own fancy. But he looked him up afterwards and found there was such a man. As I remember our conversations after that provocation, I kept trying to deliver to him from memory Bryce’s _American Commonwealth_, unabridged, two volumes, one thousand pages each. I remember those volumes well. I read every page in lonely country hotels and on slow local trains while a Sunday field-worker for the Anti-Saloon League. And now invisible leaves of Bryce often made the chief ingredient of our tea. So I have indicated in the design.