The Land-relation Is Still Strictly Economic, Entailing

That Land Is A Community Is The Basic Concept Of Ecology, But That Land Is To Be Loved And Respected Is An Extension Of Ethics.

We All Strive For Safety, Prosperity, Comfort, Long Life, And Dullness. The Deer Strives With His Supple Legs, The Cowman With Trap And Poison, The Statesman With Pen, The Most Of Us With Machines, Votes, And Dollars. A Measure Of Success In This Is All Well Enough, And Perhaps Is A Requisite To Objective Thinking, But Too Much Safety Seems To Yield Only Danger In The Long Run. Perhaps This Is Behind Thoreau's Dictum: In Wilderness Is The Salvation Of The World. Perhaps This Is The Hidden Meaning In The Howl Of The Wolf, Long Known Among Mountains, But Seldom Perceived Among Men.

Time Was When Education Moved Toward Soil, Not Away From It.

No One Would Rather Hunt Woodcock In October Than I, But Since Learning Of The Sky Dance I Find Myself Calling One Or Two Birds Enough. I Must Be Sure That, Come April, There Be No Dearth Of Dancers In The Sunset Sky.

There Is Value In Any Experience That Exercises Those Ethical Restraints Collectively Called Sportsmanship.