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Apple Orchards. Tonight, we'll read a chapter titled An Old Road from a

Ramblers lease by Bradford Tori, published in 1892.

Tori was an American ornithologist.

He also edited a book of Thoreau's journal writings.

He wrote a preface to a rambler's Lease paraphrased as follows.

The writer of this little book has found so much pleasure in other men's woods and fields

that he has come to look upon himself as in some sort the owner of them. Their lawful possessors will not

begrudge him this feeling, he believes, nor take it amiss if he assumes, even in this public way, to hold a rambler's lease of their property.

His private opinion is that the world belongs to those who enjoy it.

Let's get cozy.

Let's get cozy. Close your eyes. Relax your body into the softness of your bed. Now, take a few deep breaths.

An old road, me thinks here one may, without much molestation, be thinking what he is, once he came,

what he has done, and to what the king has called him.

Bunyan.

I fall in with persons now and then who professed to care nothing for a path when walking in the woods.

They do not choose to travel in other people's footsteps,

nay, nor even in their own, but counted their mission to lay out a new road every time they go

a field. They are welcome to their freak. My own genius for adventure is less highly developed and to be

frank I have never learned to look upon affection and whim as synonymous with originality. In my eyes, it is nothing

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