"What I enjoy is commensurate with the earth and sky. itself. It clings to the rocks and trees; it is kindred to the roughness and savagery: it rises from every tangle and chasm; it perches on the dry oak-stubs with the hawks and buzzards; the crows shed it from their wings and weave it into their nests of coarse sticks; the fox barks it; the cattle low it, and every mountain path leads to its haunts."