We stripped ten thousand trout in October, and we're putting in German boar this spring." "I should think your occupation would be fascinating." "Yes?
It's lonely, too, until Portlaw's camp parties begin.

I get an overdose of nature at times.

There's nobody of my own ilk there except our Yale and Cornell foresters.

In winter it's deadly, Hamil, deadly! I don't shoot, you know; it's deathly enough as it is." "I don't believe I'd find it so." "You think not, but you would.

That white solitude may be good medicine for some, but it makes me furious after a while, and I often wish that the woods and the deer and the fish and I myself and the whole devilish outfit were under the North Pole and frozen solid! But I can't afford to pick and choose.