The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey To my brother With many fond recollections of days spent in the solitude of the forests where only can be satisfied that wild fever of freedom of which this book tells; where to hear the whirr of a wildduck in his rapid flight is joy; where the quiet of an autumn afternoon swells the heart, and where one may watch the fragrant wood-smoke curl from the campfire, and see the stars peep overdark, wooded hills as twilight deepens, and know a happiness that dwells in the wilderness alone.