FOREST RECREATION DEPARTMENT 



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THE DOCKS AT CORDOVA 



Water surfaces of great extent are ruled over by massive moun- 

 tains. Alaska and her forest lands call to all outdoor lovers. 



regular ones ; the railway and steamship companies, both 

 American and Canadian, will furnish you with particu- 



A FOREST-BORDERED STRAIT 



This vievkf from an ocean-going steamer tells of the inviting out- 

 looks to be had from such craft skirting the Alaska coast. 



lars and schedules and rates. You have not seen America 

 until you have seen Alaska. 



This is all yours. Why not this year visit your National Forests and enjoy their beauties? 



Those who read this magazine are interested in the economic side of forestry. It is there in the National 

 Forest areas. It is possible to enjoy all of the beauty of the playlands here briefly sketched and at the 

 same time see forestry in practice. Play and timber production go hand in hand in the National Forests of our 

 country and your vacation time may be educational as well as recreational if your next vacation is in these 

 properties of yours. 



Make your next vacation a Forest Tour in your own expansive forest lands. Arthur H. Carhart. 



THE END OF THE STAGE COACH DAYS 



By Earl H. Emmons 



Well, at last the railroad found us, There was music in the rattle 



And it looks plumb strange and queer. Of the busted winder-panes 



Where the bronco and the buckboard .\nd the clatter of the bosses 



Held the trail for forty year; As they surged against the reins, 



And I reckon I'm a fogy And the creakin' of the leather 



And back-numbered in my ways, And the screechin' of the stays, 



But I hate to see the passin' But the music all is over 



Of the good old stage-coach days. With the dyin' stage-coach days. 



For I used to play the ribbons 



In the days of Eighty-one, 

 .'Knd it makes me sick a thinkin' 



That the final stage has run, 

 I'ut 1 see the old coach busted. 



With its nags turned out to graze 

 .\nd I know that it's the finish 



Of the good old stage-coach days. 



Yes, it all is past and over. 



And it causes me a pain. 

 For there ain't no thrills or romance 



Just a settin' in a train : 

 But the world goes by unheedin' 



While the brave old coach decays ; 

 And the nags and me stand thinkin' 



Of the good old stage-coach days. 



