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the total area cut over in the logging 

 operations. Where the brush is burn- 

 ed as the logging proceeds, the per- 



centage of the area burned over is 

 less. — Reprinted from American For- 

 estry. 



German Prisoners in a Lumber Camp 



Canadian Front in France.— "Eyes 

 lefdt " 'Eyes frond! " Uttered in 

 gutteral German, these commands 

 sound strangely on a Canadian ear. 

 Stranger still is the mis-en-scene 

 whence they arise. For the non- 

 com, who shouts the order is a hulk- 

 ing Hun in field grey, wearing the 

 Iron Cross, and by his side marches 

 a column of German soldiers. But 

 no Mausers are in their hands, no 

 bayonets at their sides, and the head- 

 gear is not that of one regiment. 



Blue, red, yellow, white, border 

 the caps of these men, and cjuite as 

 diverse are the designs of their shoul- 

 der straps. Tall and short, fat and 

 thin, many be-spectacled, mingle in 

 this conglomeration of Prussians, 

 Bavarians, Saxons, Wurtemburgers — ■ 

 no longer soldiers, but woodmen 

 marching to dinner. They salute a 

 group of Canadian officers as they 

 pass, and the bully German non-com. 

 in charge is quite evidently glad of 

 a chance to air his authority a bit 

 in public and do a bit of the swank- 

 ing he was wont to do in the barrack 

 square of Deutschland. 



Felling a Jack Pine 

 It is in a pine forest of France that 

 your correspondent saw these Boches 

 working for the Canadians engaged 

 in forestry work. Working, did I 

 say? Well, imagine thirty-two husky 

 Huns pretending to haul on a rope, 

 leisurely pulling down a tiny jack 

 pine, scarcely more than a sapling, 

 and you can visualize their efforts. 

 How an Ontario farmer would laugh 

 at such "work." However, the Ger- 

 mans do accomplish a little. They 

 quite evidently like this "job," and 

 it confers an appetite and an appre- 

 ciation of the comfortable huts in 

 which they are housed. 



By the roadside stands their own 

 German "koch," and facing him a 



row of burnished kettles. Brimming 

 with some savory stew, the steam 

 ascends in fragrant clouds. To him 

 in batches of twenty at a time come 

 the prisoners, to fill their dixies and 

 receive each one a generous chunk 

 of bread. Squatting under the trees 

 in this fine weather, they partake of 

 their mid-day meal. Would that 

 Canadians in Bocheland fared half 

 so well. After feeding, several of 

 the Huns produce long-stemmed pipes 

 with china bowls, which they pufT 

 contentedly, their enjoyment unim- 

 paired by any thought of the sentries 

 who stand back among the. trees in 

 case some forgetful Hun might wan- 

 der through the sylvan dells. 



A Fairy-tale Wood 

 And what a pine forest is this! Its 

 like does not exist throughout the 

 length and breadth of Canada. A 

 regular fairy-tale wood, this vast 

 plantation of clean trunks, rising 

 almost limbless to an average of 

 fifty feet, green-topped, springing 

 from an underbrushless carpet of 

 moss and needles. They grow in 

 yellow sand, these trees. The larger 

 ones measure from 10 to 14 inches 

 through at the base, and give some 

 40 feet of log. 



Hark, Canadian lumbermen. In* 

 this country a stern government 

 allows no timber-limit vandalism on 

 the part of loggers. No brush nor 

 slashing may be scattered about as in 

 Canada, to start fires. Everything 

 here is piled, swept clean. In the 

 adjoining French section of this wood 

 I actually saw windrows made of 

 branches carefully tied together. Thus 

 they are shipped olT to Paris for fire- 

 wood. 



How French Fall a Tree 



In marked contrast to the Huns are 

 the Canadian bushmen, who, over- 

 ailed, stand in mihtary formation ere 



