One of the first things that I remember about Daddy was seeing him sit on the running board of the runabout buckling up his desert boots while he sang to me, 'Let not your heart be troubled Neither let it be afraid,' as he got ready to take me on his back and go into the desert for our first lesson; he told me that a man was perfectly safe in going to the forest or the desert or anywhere he chose among any kind of animals if he had sufficient self-control that no odor of fear emanated from him.
He said that a man was safe to make his way anywhere he wanted to go, if he started his journey by recognizing a blood brotherhood with anything living he would meet on the way; and I have heard Enos Mills say that when he was snow inspector of Colorado he traveled the crest of the Rockies from one end of the state to the other without a gun or any means of self-defense." "Now, that is something new to think about," said Donald.
"And it's something that is very true," said Linda.

"I have seen it work times without number.

Father and I went quietly up the mountains, through the canyons, across the desert, and we would never see a snake of any kind, but repeatedly we would see men with guns and dogs out to kill, to trespass on the rights of the wild, and they would be hunting for sticks and clubs and firing their guns where we had passed never thinking of lurking danger.

If you start out in accord, at one with Nature, you're quite as safe as you are at home, sometimes more so.

But if you start out to stir up a fight, the occasion is very rare on which you can't succeed." "And that reminds me," said Donald, with a laugh, "that a week ago I came to start a fight with you.