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them pay an interest anually above ,the expense of sugar making upon 

 even a larger sum than this, but their value in cash as an accompaniment 

 of the farm that makes it attractive to would-be purchasers is at a con- 

 servative estimate, i^8,000. 



Things are worth to us what they will bring, and putting these values 

 upon trees that are well planted help us to understand better, the import- 

 ance of knowing how to plant trees well. I know of many farms made 

 valuable by thoughtful tree planting, that without it would scarcely be 

 saleable at all. And yet to you and me, when we think of trees that are 

 vahiable through association, it seems too low a plan in the estimate of 

 values to consider what they will bring. 



In the embellishment of a home; in addition to the attractions of the 

 life that we live; in making us happy with our conditions, the values of 

 trees should be estimated as we estimate beauty of person, goodness of 

 heart, brightness of intellect and purity of motive. He who plants trees 

 for the love of them, who adds to the enjoyments of life by beautifying 

 the earth with their attractions, needs no argument from the bank account 

 or pocketbook to prove the value of his efforts. 



Standing on the border of a lovely avenue of walnut trees in the 

 beautiful town of Interlaken, Switzerland, and turning your face to the 

 south, in the horizon is outlined that princess of all snowy peaks that 

 characterize the landscape of the little republic, the Jungfrau. AVith her 

 dazzling shroud of eternal ice and snow, supported on either side by the 

 Silberhorn and the Schneehorn and with grand mountains on the margins 

 of the foreground, her majestic proportions can scarcely be realized. But 

 she is a cold, immovable, heartless maiden; and while at first view, bathed 

 in the flame of a glorious sunset, one feels like bowing down in worship, 

 she cannot awaken that warmth of feeling in the human heart which life 

 and movement stir into activity. Stand still for a time and allow your 

 eyes to drop from the icy mountain to a relief of land in the immediate 

 foreground, a finely rounded sugarloaf hill completely covered with a 

 mantle of living green with pretty patchwork here and there, of variously 

 tinted groups of deciduous that rest the eye and entrance the vision. This 

 is the Kleine Rugen, a living monument resting upon dead mountain 

 rock, to the memory of Kasthofer, a far seeing Swiss forester who planted 

 here the chief forest trees of Switzerland in the early part of the century, 

 which now completely cover it. A barren ugly hill of dead rock, under 

 the intelligent suggestions of his mind, and the moulding power of his 

 hand, sprang into beautiful swaying life; and an unsightly object standing 

 as a blemish in the otherwise beautiful picture of Jungfrau, was trans- 

 formed into an area, the attractive beauty of which not only heightened 

 the grandeur of the mountain landscape, but delightfully modified the 

 jagged foreground so as to produce by pleasing contrast, a perfect scene 

 of wondrous beauty. In this bit of thoughtful work on the part of an 

 intelligent forester, I became more impressed than ever before, with the 

 idea of beautifying the waste places of the earth by appropriate planting 

 of trees. 



In Germany and the Nethelands one sees the roadside, the lane, the line 

 between farms, utilized with fruit and nut-bearing trees. These take the 

 place of orchards. Why do we always put our orchard accompaniment of 

 the farm in a rectangular piece of ground and discourse so earnestly about 

 the proper distance apart to plant our trees, when we have no trees to 

 mark the line between the farm and that of our neighbor, and the lanes to 



