FIEST BOOK OF FORESTRY 

 PART I 



THE FOREST 



THE WILDWOODS 



IT is a bright September day. Let us take a stroll 

 into the wild woods. 



Here we are. A fringe of wild rose and raspberry 

 bushes introduces us to a denser border of hazel, dog- 

 wood, and hawthorn, mixed with shrubby, limby trees 

 of beech, maple, and elm. Let us break through the 

 forest border. What a change ! Within a few steps we 

 have passed from a grassy pasture, through a dense wall 

 of shrubbery, into the lofty, cool, and shady forest proper. 

 Stately trees of maple, beech, elm, and oak stand widely 

 spaced; the ground is no longer covered with grass or 

 shrub, but is a regular forest floor, a thick layer of 

 leaves; while the light of day is shut out above by 

 a dense canopy, a roof of branches and leaves, the 



crowns of our trees. 



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