This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 Excerpt: ...in quiet significant smiles from the official tent; in shafts of repartee it flew from tent to tent. Not the character and attainments of leaders, nor the presence of distinguished guests would suffice entirely to counteract it. Perhaps no single moment so expressed the prevailing tone in Moraine Park as that, at the end of every evening program when Dr. Van Horn rose. The momentary hush that prefaced the wanderer"s night song, the instant of silence afterward to hear the bugles sound "Taps" from the ridges near by, as it echoed and re-echoed; by the darkened mountains, the increasing splendor of the stars above; the dying down of the hospitable fire below--all this was a fitting benediction to the pleasures of the day and a welcome preparation for the night. As Mr. Curtis once observed casually "The mountains either lift a man up or pull him down." What they had maintained in one man was evident the second Sunday night, when Nature quotations were being given around the fire. In his turn, arose from a place on the slope above the rest, the member of the club who lives most in the mountains, and took off his hat before he began. This opening tribute to the subject of his poem, no less than to the poet and his words, was felt immediately as an expression of character borne out, in every line and feature as he stood there in the leaping firelight, picturesquely outlined against the tall black firs. Those Sunday night quotations were a revelation, by the by, of the love of true poetry and the verbal memory possessed by the Mountaineers. The more outdoors the person, the more quotations he knew. It was something worth while when the man from Alaska gave "Under the wide and starry sky," and when the second in command gave, "Her...