Among the Oaks 



NO other tree of the forest has so often as the 

 oak been sung by poets. Ever since the days of 

 Virgil and Horace, it has been the monarch of 

 the woodlands, the typical embodiment of majestic 

 grandeur, of stately strength, and of rugged 

 resistance alike to the storms of spring and 

 autumn and to the wintry blasts. Whether 

 as an ornamental tree in parks and pasture lands, 

 spreading out giant arms beneath which the 

 cattle and sheep can find a welcome refuge from 

 the burning sun in summer, or as a true tree of 

 the forest, growing as a standard in copse, or 

 as a timber tree of the highwoods, the oak is 



