This finishes the 16 HBW books I have out of the 19 he wrote.  This was his last book written in 1942 about a man who owned and saved the Red Wood Forests, opting for the sublimity of the ageless past over the lurid and fast-paced future.  (I collect HBW books and am looking for Long Ago Told; The Devil’s Highway; or To My Sons, in case you happen to know where one is).