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...""the very words seemed to be powerfully evocative,"" mused Ogburn as he set forth his idea of roaming the Atlantic shoreline in that off-season of the year. Having settled his family in East Hampton, he took advantage of the last ferry across the mouth of Long Island and in October 1964, set out to make himself ""accessible to whatever instruction might be gained on that momentous frontier."" He headed for Mount Desert (in Japan, it would be ""a national shrine"") and his hegira which would end at the Outer Banks was well begun. Mr. Ogburn has an eye for characteristic flora and bird life--in particular--the spruce and balsam of Maine, the pitch pine of Cape Cod, the live oak of the Outer Banks, and everywhere assorted gulls. He has more than a thought for the ways of man as he inveighs against urban sprawl in New York, or watches the precious balance he sees as nature's way upset by a hunter (a wounded bird seeking sanctuary). He also questions man's place in the Creator's scheme. His is not a naturalist's journey, but that of a thinking, feeling man approaching his subject armed more with curiosity and sensibility than knowledge. Lovers of sea and shore will find great pleasure in his reflective ramble.

Pub Date: Oct. 21st, 1966
Publisher: Morrow