tempest; but they are far from 

 being unlovely. They mind me 

 of "Bob, Son of Battle." They 

 are in battle gusto and temper, 

 and love to fisticuff with storm 

 winds. 



I do not well know the com- 

 mercial uses of trees, nor care 

 to. I know their character 

 product, which is more to my 

 purpose, for I am not commer- 

 cial; but with character I have 

 good need for forming comrade- 

 ship. Winter trees mean legiti- 

 mate strife Not the conten- 

 tion of the snarly and truculent, 

 not the tit-for-tat of the ruffian 

 who whips out sword and plies 

 it at a word, but the battle 

 method, which character never I 

 ceases to need; the battle that ? 



BIRCH-TREES 

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