This autobiography of an uncomplicated growing up is at all times unaffected and unpretentious and, for the most part, has its emphasis on the type of living that the author, and his family, knew in the Adirondacks in the late 19th, early 20th, century. It is devoted (in more ways than one) to his father's exploits as a hunter from Vermont, as a bear trapper, as a goodly man who latterly became godly, and as a parent of 9 children who maintained an impressive discipline; it emphasizes also the kind of life they knew near Brant Lake in which a pioneer atmosphere prevailed; it goes on to the author's determination to have a real education. This encompasses the ways in which he earned money to go to school and to Wesleyan University, the manner in which his call to the ministry came to him and how he fulfilled it before he had a church of his own. As a record of a family and as a picture of a background unspoiled by urban complexities this is wholesome and full of the course of nature and by its very innocence might surprise sophisticated tastes. But generally its market might not be metropolitan.