No one who studies man's beginnings in the light of modern research can doubt that Woodcraft was the earliest of our sciences. It was Woodcraft indeed that constructed man out of the crude and brutish stuﬂ' that was then the best live product of the earth. We can see a little of the process to-day in our children, just as we see the baby panther wear first the spotted coat of his long-past forebears, before he dons the brown of his older kin. And weightier yet it seems to me that Woodcraft, in its broad entirety, more than any other activity, is calculated to save our species from decay. The Camp Life is the climax of all Woodcraft, and the man who leads us there — who blazes the trail, who teaches us the fords that grow less fear some as we follow — is a heal-worker for our race. Many a man and woman, I have heard say or imply, that they would like to go camping, but they are afraid. Of what? Vague fears of animals Unknown terrors? Or very definite fears of hard ships that they believe are an essential part of it?