It was the first camping experience for Paul. As soon as he had pitched his tent, he went for a hike in the woods. In about fifteen minutes he rushed back into camp, bleeding and disheveled.
"What happened?" asked a fellow camper.
"I was chased by a black snake!" cried the frightened Paul. The camper laughed and retorted, "A black snake isn't deadly."
"Listen," groaned Paul, "if he can make you jump off a fifty-foot cliff, he is!"
From beasts we scorn as soulless, In forest, field and den, The cry goes up to witness The soullessness of men.
~M. Frida Hartley
