1910
July 10
(No 6)
[July 10, 1910]

I saw everything in my cherished woods going
to apparent final ruin. I could no longer stay 
my hands. Nor would it have been wholly
wise to do so for I had to save the foliage
in at least a few favorite resorts
else there would be no shade nor
any attractiveness left for present enjoyment, 
however well the trees may look by next autumn.
The truth of this consideration was borne in
one even to day when, after leaving the cabins,
where the oaks and pines looked as green and
vigorous as in days of yore, I walked &
walked through woods where the sun beat
down on me as mercilessly as if I had been
crossing open fields. Even in such devastated woods
there were Vireos, Tanagers and other birds singing & flying about.