ABSTRACT
While vacationing in the Adirondacks in August 1871 the celebrated Horace Greeley arose one morning at sunrise, but not to fish as was his custom. He sat thoughtfully, admiring the lake and absorbing the quiet environment. Presently his guide joined him, but neither spoke. They preferred to share in silence the blaze of fresh sunlight spreading across the waters. "John," Greeley said finally, "I suppose when the season ends, like John of old, you will be left alone in the wilderness. But, bear this in mind, God and John French will not be as isolated as Horace Greeley in the living wilderness of New York City."
