QUERCUS ALBA 



this clump of three began to inter- 

 fere, for always their branches 

 brushed each other as they waved. 

 Already between them the battle 

 for life none the less deadly 

 because it was silent was on. 

 There was not room for all, but 

 for one alone; and the selection of 

 the one that was to survive was to 

 be made by the eternal law of the 

 fittest. 



At first, for a season and an- 

 other, there seemed little difference 



