42 CANADIAN FORESTRY ASSOCIATION. 



'Unto the sweet bird's throat, 

 Come hither, come hither, come hither; 

 Here shall he see 

 No enemy, 



But winter and rough weather." 

 and mosquitos ! 



PROFESSOR ROTH. I have been most delighted with this excellent resume of the 

 subject, and wish to say that it is perhaps the best I have ever had the pleasure of lis- 

 tening to. It has brought before us something which very few appreciate to its full 

 extent. 



I have enjoyed listening to the paper doubly, because of its beautiful and complete 

 presentation and because it brings before us a subject which we are apt to shove aside 

 as unimportant. 



The average timberman in the United States, and I suppose the same may be 

 said of his Canadian brother, is one who thinks of the man rvho talks of insects as one 

 of those enthusiasts a ' bug hunter.' 



The CHAIRMAN. A ' bug sharp.' 



Professor ROTH. Yes, ' bug sharp.' The average timberman looks upon him as 

 simply one of those persons who chase bugs just for the pleasure of making a collec- 

 tion of them, and to talk about them. Very often he fails to see that the ' bug 

 hunter' as he calls him, is the man to discover and to teach us to fight the greatest 

 enemy of the forest. 



We are apt to think of the forest fire as the greatest enemy of the forest, and we 

 are always talking of means of overcoming it, and in the heat of the discussion we 

 are apt to forget sometimes that we have another foe and that long after the fire we 

 still have to deal with these ' little people.' 



These l little people ' are with us, and have always been with us, and they seem 

 to be with us whether we take care of the forest or not. 



If you take the trouble to run over the little calendar which the forester in Ger- 

 many carries in his pocket to make notes of things, you will find there recorded what 

 he shall do from month to month, and you will invariably find one of the longest 

 paragraphs devoted to the insects that he shall look after. 



We have never fully learned the damage we have suffered. As an instance, 

 permit me to call your attention to the case of the Black Hills. 



People chopped down timber summer and winter. Some one suggested that it 

 might be better to do the chopping in the winter only, but they kept on chopping, and 

 the first thing they knew they had a pest of the little brown bark beetle, an insect 

 so small that most people would hardly notice it. And what was the result ? In 1902, 

 one could stand on an eminence near Spearfish creek and see at one glance at least 

 four townships of timber practically destroyed by this minute beetle, and most people 

 knew nothing of what the real trouble was, and still less about what could be done 

 for it. 



