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But the spirit and customs and traditions of the gardener 's neighbors were all against any attempt to duplicate it . They were hunters and trappers and fishermen . The woods and waters supplied their every need . Upon a blistering day in July , a little past noon , a man stepped out on the porch , and drawing into the shadiest part a great , rude homemade chair upholstered with moosehide , sat down . He had a green-bound book in his hand . While he stuffed a clay pipe full of tobacco he laid the volume across his knees . Every movement was as deliberate as the flow of the deep stream near by .