| Theodore Roosevelt (1858–1919). Ranch Life and the Hunting-Trail. 1896. |
EPIGRAM |
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| "Oh, our manhood's prime vigor! No spirit feels waste, | |
| Not a muscle is stopped in its playing nor sinew unbraced. | |
| Oh, the wild joys of living! the leaping from rock up to rock, | |
| The strong rending of boughs from the fir-tree, the cool silver shock | |
| Of the plunge in a pool's living water, the hunt of the bear,... | 5 |
| And the sleep in the dried river-channel where bulrushes tell | |
| That the water was wont to go warbling so softly and well. | |
| How good is man's life, the mere living." | |
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BROWNING. | |
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