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When the broad elm, sole empress of the plain, whose circling shadow speaks a century's reign. 

 Wreathes in the clouds her regal diadem — a forest waving on a single stem. 



— Oliver Wendell Holmes. 



The trees of America are the best God ever planted. Vast stretches of them have been 

 cleared, but our forests still contain the largest, most varied, most fruitful, and most beautiful 

 trees in the world. Wide-branched oaks and elms in endless variety, walnut and maple, 

 chestnut and beech, sycamore and locust, along the coast of the Atlantic ; to the southward, 

 dark, level-topped cypresses, sparkling spice trees, magnolias and palms, glossy-leaved, bloom- 

 ing, and shining continually; to the northward, white pine and spruce, hemlock and cedar; 

 westward, oak and elm, hickory and gum, ash, linden, laurel and pine, juniper, cactus and 

 yucca; westward still further, new species of pine, giant cedars and spruces, silver firs and 

 sequoias, "kings of their race." — John Muir. 



fill places in Maine beckon the tourist, 

 from the rock-bound island of Mt. Des- 

 ert, on its southern shore, to the primeval 

 forests of its northern woods. 



One who visits New England without 

 going to the top of Mt. Washington, the 

 culminating peak of the White Moun- 

 tains, misses one of the charming experi- 



ences which that part of our country, 

 famous alike for its history and its scen- 

 ery, has to offer. He who reaches the 

 summit of that lofty peak journeys as 

 far north in temperature and in flora as 

 Greenland. From the Observatory one 

 may look north, south, east, and west, 

 the only limit to the view in any direction 



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