Monthly Bulletin of the Outdoor Nature Club Of Houston, Texas.
Vol.3, No* 7
Oh, softly on yon banks of haze,
Her rosy face the Summer lays J
Becalmed along the azure sky
The argosies of cloudland lie,
Whose shores, with many a shining rift,
Far off their pearl-white peaks uplift*
Through all the long midsummer day
The meadow-sides are sweet with hay.
I seek the coolest sheltered seat,
Just where the field arid forest meet, -
Where grow the pine trees, tall and bland,
The ancient oaks, austere and grand,
And fringy roots and pebbles fret
The ripples of the rivulet.
Nearly everyone has read about the Yosians, the great
Brotherhood of Nature Philosophers established by J* Otis Swift,
author of the New York World's popular feature "News Outside the
Door". Now comes a cordial note from Mr. Swift himself, inviting
us to join the ever widening Jfisian circle. He says:
"The Brotherhood is not a club, organization or fraternity.
It is a State of Mind - a love of outdoors and Nature. There is
no membership, in the formal sense; no rules, creeds, beliefs,
dues or officers. I am called leader, but I am its servant. It
seeks knowledge, and desires to spread it among the sorely puzzled,
tired, automobile-dazzled, pleasure-weary folk of the modern town
and cities* One day of the week it gets them back into the green
shades of the forests, their ancient home, and introduces them to
those creatures that have already found happiness and peace - the
wild birds, trees, plants, mosses and ferns. Notices of the walks
are 'printed in the Morning and Evening World each Friday. Coming
once on a walk makes one a member* The crowd is constantly shifting* New hikers come each week - some old ones stay away, only
to show up again later.
There is a natural law that protects and keeps the standard
of hikers high: That only decent folk care to go walking in the
woods* The invitation is given to all, though* And, once out in
the paths, 'under the Greenwood Tree', Mother Nature begins healing
them. Very old men and women forget their age* Young knicker-
bockered girls sit solemnly on The Wishing Stone, at Yfoodlands, and
formulate wishes, and their young sweethearts clamber up and wish,
after them - forgetting, in the magic of wild bird music, all about
the modern disbelief and sneer at all that is ancient and good for
the human heart and soul."