18 far too few of the glorious cities of ancient days and the salt tax have scarred the faces of nature's most remote children. A dozen years ago, I saw them on the edges spite vast Mandarin forests rain forest borders along the Yaloo River, I saw the beginning of their devastation. I am told that today, but the slopes were passed long ago and that the very heart of the wilderness is yielding up its aged trees. To stand in the summit of a hill as I did last night and gaze across the miles -- miles of wild man- whim green it would seem that here there was an inexhaustible supply of wood. But no more precious than was ever coined than "inex- haurisble supply"! There is only so much water in the ocean and every bucket full which is removed, makes it so much less. But I can enjoy myself that this certain death of these glorious forests will not come while I am still young enough to roam the wilderness and perhaps our children's children will have done through force of circumstance the restless spirit of the wild which dares not cut enter the great unknown. In all our wandering in Mongolia