Farthest West. Illustrated by Sidney Armer.

New York: Longmans, Green and Co., 1939. First Edition, stated. Royal octavo, green cloth (hardcover), illustrated endpapers, illus. frontis., ix + 190 pp. Very Good, with edgewear that includes light fraying to tips of spine, darkened endpapers, Illustrated. Dedicated to the members of Save-the-Redwoods League -- “that far-seeing group which knows the need of serving the Earth our Mother.” From the story: Pigeon Creek flowed westward toward the sea. Between shadowed banks green with deer ferns and lacy leaves of bleeding heart the mountain-born stream found its way. It ran past a small schoolhouse in a clearing, where stumps of giant redwoods told of a forest hewn down. Westward flowed the stream at the base of grassy hills dotted with Jersey cows, gazing within sight and sound of the ocean. Toward the beach ran Pigeon Creek, making a sudden leap to the sands over a bank smoked with lavender lupines. A Group of children with their teacher followed the stream until it reached the steep cliff. There they paused to gaze at the moving, restless sea. Florence said to Miss Luella: “The ocean looks like a lot of soapsuds ready to be blown into bubbles.” The little girl’s blue eyes sparkled like the sea itself. Her yellow curls gleamed golden in the sunshine. “It reminds me of soapsuds, too,” answered the teacher. “The bubbles are full of color on a morning like this. We should have a wonderful time on the beach today. Shall we go?” On they ran, teacher and children glad of the holiday, glad of the March wind and sunlight. At the base of the cliff they again met the stream which hesitated as if awed by the breakers beating against the rocks. Where the cove opened out in sun-warmed stretches of sand, Pigeon Creek moved gently on to mingle its sweet waters with the brine of the Pacific. The children and Miss Luella took off their shoes and stockings and waded in the shallows. Above the noice of the pounding waves rose the sound of their laughter and shouting...