intend to be a naturalist. You can tell that by looking at me.
But you can't have your very nose rubbed up against trees, and rocks,
and mountains, and snow for years and years without learning something
about 'em. There were whole weeks when I hadn't anything to chum with
but a timber-line pine and an odd assortment of mountain peaks. We just
had to get acquainted."

"But you're going back, aren't you? Don't they talk about the spell of
the mountains, or some such thing?" "They do. And they're right. And
I've got to have them six months in the year, at least. But I'm going
to try spending the other six in the bosom of the human race. Not only
that, I'm going to write about it. Writing's my job, really. At least,
it's the thing I like best."

"Nature?"

"Human nature. I went out to Colorado just a lonesome little kid with
a bum lung. The lung's all right, but I never did quite get over the
other. Two years ago, in the mountains, I met Carl Lasker, who owns
the New York Star. It's said to be the greatest morning paper in the
country. Lasker's a genius. And he fries the best bacon I ever tasted.
I took him on a four-weeks' horseback trip through the mountains. We got
pretty well acquainted. At the end of it he offered me a job. You see,
I'd never seen a chorus girl, or the Woolworth building, or a cabaret,
or a broiled lobster, or a subway. But I was interested and curious
about all of them. And Lasker said, `A man who can humanize a rock, or
a tree, or a chipmunk ought to be able to make even those things seem
human. You've got what they call the fresh viewpoint. New York's full of
people with a scum over their eyes, but a lot of them came to New York
from Winnebago, or towns just like it, and you'd be surprised at the
number of them who still get their home town paper. One day, when I
came into Lee Kohl's office, with stars, and leading men, and all that
waiting outside to see him, he was sitting with his feet on the desk
reading the Sheffield, Illinois, Gazette.' You see, the thing he thinks
I can do is to give them a picture of New York as they used to see it,
before they got color blind. A column or so a day, about anything that
hits me. How does that strike you as a job for a naturalist?"

"It's a job for a human naturalist. I think you'll cover it."

If you know the dunes, which you probably don't, you know why they did
not get off at Millers, with the crowd, but rode on until they were
free of the Sunday picn