HEROES
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Down the wilderness trail from the Tahawus Club to North Creek in New York State's Adirondack Mountains a rattletrap huckboard jolted through the night, skidding off ruts, swaying past boulders and tree stumps, creaking and clattering through the silence of the forest. The night was black and misty. The horses were barely under control. The passenger sat tensed and hunched, eyes screwed up behind steel-rimmed spectacles, mouth clenched tight like a steel clamp beneath a prairie-dry mustache, his thoughts projected far out across a new century big with change. "Too fast?" the driver shouted. Theodore Roosevelt....
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