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Listening to the abuse that was showered upon 

 them ; to the seemingly impracticable theories ; to the 

 petitions which, if granted, would have wiped out their 

 properties, is it any wonder that lumbermen were at 

 first indifferent or even were aroused to hostility? 

 Some of them were incensed, others threatening, and 

 others were amused by unjust criticism. 



Beware the wicked lumberman, 

 That wasteful, hasteful artisan. 

 But while the logger you discuss 

 A glance take at the rest of us — 

 The camper with his cheery blaze 

 That blows around in many ways; 

 The hunting man with pillar bright 

 Of smoke by day and fire by night; 

 The farmer with his log heap high, 

 His stump-fire when the weather's dry, 

 His fancy, solid walnut fence — 

 He worries not about expense. 

 Oh, when the logger you condemn 

 Consider well the rest of them. 

 Consider the farmer of the field 

 Who loves the flaming torch to wield; 

 The campers toil not, neither spin. 

 Yet pretty blazes they begin — 

 Nor Solomon, in all his ease. 

 Burned money up like one of these ! 



However, a change in conditions was going on. Up 

 to the point where the natural growth of the forest 

 would more than take care of the needs of a community 

 the surplus was valueless and would better be disposed 

 of in some manner than preserved at any material cost. 

 But when we reached the stage where the forests were 



