The word summer, being interpreted, means vacation; and vacation, being interpreted, means--so many things that I have not space in this book to name them. Yet how can there be a vacation without mountains, or seashore, or the fields, or the forests--days out of doors? My ideal vacation would have to be spent in the open; and this book, the larger part of it, is the record of one of my summer vacations--the vacation of the summer of 1912. That was an ideal vacation, and along with my account of it I wish to give you some hints on how to make the most of your summer chance to tramp the fields and woods. For the real lover of nature is a tramp; not the kind of tramp that walks the railroad-ti…
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