CHAPTER V 



WINGS, WINGS, WINGS 



Naturally enough we have been so intoxicated 

 with the splendors of the civilization coming to 

 the wilderness of Wisconsin, in a little over half 

 a century, that we have had ears for no adverse 

 criticism, and eyes for no visions of havoc, piti- 

 less destruction, and wide desolation wrought by 

 our conquering world God. We willingly ad- 

 mit that it seems to be the established order of 

 the Universe that for something to live, some- 

 thing must die; however, such an admission does 

 in no way take from us the natural and inalienable 

 right to protest to such a law, fundamental though 

 it be. Civilization not only takes toll of all 

 weaker forms of life that stand in its way; it does 

 more, it exterminates, it annihilates, and its word 

 has gone out to all the wild life on the face of the 

 earth: "Where I am, there ye cannot be." 



Strangely enough, the small boy seemed to have 

 some dim sense of this, for he had a feeling that 

 the passers in the sky must have his attention first, 

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