Fortunately for me, my resolve came to me upon the last
day in August. The month of September was my vacation.
My time was my own. I was free to go.
On my rising in the morning my preparations were soon
made; or, rather, there were practically no preparations
to make. I had but to supply myself with a camera, my
one necessity in the woods, and to say good-bye to my
friends. Even this last ordeal I wished to make as brief
as possible. I had no wish to arouse their anxiety over
the dangerous, perhaps foolhardy, project that I had in
mind. I wished, as far as possible, to say good-bye in
such a way as to allay the very natural fears which my
undertaking would excite in the minds of my friends.
From myself, although trained in the craft of the woods,
I could not conceal the danger that I incurred. Yet the
danger was almost forgotten in the extraordinary and
novel interest that attached to the experiment. Would it
prove possible for a man, unaided by our civilized arts
and industries, to maintain himself naked--except for
his union suit--in the heart of the woods? Could he do
it, or could he not? And if he couldn't what then?
But this last thought I put from me. Time alone could
answer the question.
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