THESE HIKING DAYS
WHITHER away,' comrade, with your bundle over your shoulder?” “Oh, I’m going hiking, friend, and just where the road takes me.” “And what is in your bundle?” “Food for bodily enjoyment, a book for mental pleasure and a bathing suit and towel in case the road leads down to some blue bay.” Yes, that is the hiking spirit—to wander whither the road calls, to bivouac at inclination's prompting and to visualise, through the roadside sunshine, a sudden picture of some blue bay. Soon the campers will be abroad, lustily driving in the tent-pegs and unwrapping the friendly billy of past seasons. I They will stack their fires in little pyramids as Scouts do, and fill the air with appetising odours. In the morning they will fold their tents and vanish. ( Stevenson has something to say about walking tours: \ou should be able to stop and go on, and follow this way and lost as the freak takes you. And then you must be open to all impressions and let your thoughts take colour from wliat }OU see. You should be as a pipe for any wind to play on. Whither away, Chiefs and Braves? REDFEATHER.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 801, 23 October 1929, Page 15
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