A STORY OF SOME MAPLES 



a vandalism that has not only devastated our 

 American forests, but mutilated shamefully many 

 trees of priceless value in and about our cities. 



Of the Japanese maples — their leaves seem- 

 ingly a showing of the ingenuity of these Yankees 

 of the Orient, in their twists of form and depths 

 of odd color — I could tell a tale, but it would 

 be of the tree nursery and not of the broad out- 

 doors. Let us close the book and go afield, in 

 park or meadow, on street or lawn, and look to 

 the maples for an unsuspected feast of bloom, 

 if it be spring, or for richness of foliage in sum- 

 mer and autumn ; and in coldest winter let us 

 notice the delicate twigs and yet sturdy structure 

 of this tree family that is most of all character- 

 istic of the home, in city or country. 



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