materially my later life, and all of which I pursued with the devotion accorded only to hobbies.  These were I:  A deeper study of Nature, in her larger and manifestations, as the Grand Canyon of Arizona, the Petrified Forest, the Yosemite Valley, the Big Trees, the High Sierras, (with their snow-clad summits, glaciers, lakes, canyons, forests, flora and fauna), the Colorado and Mohave Deserts, the Colorado River, the Painted Desert, and the many regions upon which I have written books.  II:  The social conditions of the submerged tenth, which led to my writing of a book on The Dark Places of Chicago which was the stimulating cause of W.T.  Stead’s soul-stirring book If Christ Came to Chicago.  Here was and is the secret of my interest in all problems dealing with social unrest, the treatment of the poor and sinful, etc., for I was Chaplain for two years of two homes for unfortunate women and girls.  III.  A deeper study of the Indians, in whom I had always been interested, and which has led to my several books on the Indians themselves, their Basketry, Blanketry, etc.  IV.  A more detailed study of the literature of California and the West, and also, V. A more comprehensive study of the development of California and other western states, in order that I might lecture more acceptably upon these facinating themes.

Here, then, are some of the hobbies that have made, and are making, my life what it is.  I leave it to my readers to determine which has been the better—­to spend my hours, days, weeks, months and years in getting my livelihood and worrying, or in providing for my family and myself, and spending all the spare time I had upon these many and varied hobbies, some of which have developed into my life-work.  And I sincerely hope I shall be absolved from any charge of either self-glorification or egotism in this recital of personal experiences.  At the time I was passing through them I had no idea of their great value.  They were the things to which something within me bade me flee to find refuge from the worries that were destroying me, and it is because of their triumphant success that I now recount them, in the fervent desire that they may bring hope to despondent souls, give courage to those who are now wavering, uncertain and pessimistic, and thus rid them of the demons of fret and worry.

Now that I have come to my final words where all my final admonitions should be placed, I find I have little left to say, I have said it all, reader, in the chapters you have read (or skipped.) Indeed I have not so much cared to preach to you myself, as to encourage, incite you to do your own preaching.  This is, by far, the most effective, permanent and lasting.  Improvement can come only from within.  A seed of desire may be sown by an outsider, but it must grow in the soil of your soul, be harbored, sheltered, cared for, and finally beloved by your own very self, before it will flower into new life for you.  That you may possess this new life—­a life of work, of achievement, of usefulness to others—­is my earnest desire, and this can come only to its fullest fruition in those who have learned to QUIT WORRYING.