NOW FOR A CHANGE! 



You have been vexed and irritated bv seeing how our friends, the trees, can be muti- 

 lated and destroyed by the ruthless hand of unqualified persons. Now we turn to a few 

 of nature's majestic beauties. If you glance at photo 29 you will learn how nature plants 

 a tree. She drops a seed on the ground, then blows a few leaves or some other substance 

 on it, enough to keep it moist while the seed germinates. The radicle penetrates the 

 soil and throws out some tiny little white rootlets, which, in this case, have become the 



powerful bracing roots 

 before you, which now 

 hold this gigantic elm 

 to its mooring. It is 

 some 14 feet across 

 from one root to the 

 other, as you see it, on 

 the surface of the soil. 

 As the delicate little 

 infant plant pushed 

 forth from its embry- 

 otic state a mouse 

 might have clipped it 

 off and scarcely felt 

 anything between its 

 teeth ; the foot of a 

 clumsy toad might 

 have snapped it off, 

 or "a dew-drop on this 

 baby plant have 

 warped this giant elm 

 forever. ' ' 



This venerable old 

 friend was born, prob- 

 ably, about the period 

 when the Indians pur- 

 sued Captain Samuel 

 Brady, compelling the 

 heroic Brad}- to make 

 a leap of 22 feet, clear- 

 ing the Cuyahoga 

 River at the Narrows, 

 about a mile east of 

 this health}- veteran of 

 the native forest, 

 which stands here now 

 a rebuke to ignorant 

 ' 'tree-butchers. ' ' What 

 a study there is in this 

 tree for young people. 

 When the radicle (tap- 

 root) had gone down 

 a little and commenced 

 its work, then the 

 plumule shot up, bear- 

 ing with it the coty- 

 ledons, or seed leaves. 



