The Chorus of the Forest 



great chorus of praise concerning the work of these 

 small creatures of silent wing. 



If 1 had a lifetime to live in the forest, inex- 

 haustihle plates, indestructihle cameras, wells of 

 ink, and pens of magic, I am sure that for each 

 day — 3'es, every liour — I coidd find some interest- 

 ing thing to picture and describe. But the de- 

 mands of life will not allow this, and the forest 

 ends all too soon in these days. You can locate 

 the line where mere woods begin by robin talk. 



Here you find despoiled forest. It is easy to 

 Avork, because in taking out valualile trees for com- 

 merce men have cut roads that can be followed even Where 

 in quite wild places. Often many trees have been ^'^*^ 



^ ^ . . ." . Woods 



felled, and the strong light shining in has started Begin 

 grasses growing. INIen see in these open places 

 tender, luxuriant pasture for stock, so A\'hen sal- 

 able timber is taken out the next step is to kill 

 all the shrubs and vines possible, l)urn the l)rush, 

 and make grazing grounds. Of course the cleared 

 fields come next, and as they march with inexorable 

 force, they push back the A^oods farther and yet 

 farther. 



I find that most of the trees are of little or 

 no commercial Aalue. They remain because they 

 are of twisted groAvth, bent, soft Avood. holloAV, nut 

 bearers, or too small to be felled Avith profit. So 

 the Avoods belong to jjasturing stock, birds, ani- 

 mals, and children. The lure of the unknoAvn in 



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