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in the light below the high arches. Here we may be boys again or girls 
once more to our hearts’ content and let the world rush on unheeded. 
The twenty-two million acres of forest lands of Montana and 
northern Idaho, and the entire West for that matter, furnish an end¬ 
less variety of pleasure for the true lover of the woods. Here he may 
revel in the sight of opalescent lakes set in a frame of deep green against 
a cloudless summer sky, rumbling waterfalls which have carved their 
rough gorges for countless ages; open woodlands of yellow pine, deep 
recesses of cedar, hemlock, and fir, or slopes of spruce, larch, and white 
pine; alpine forests with their twisted, gnarly crowns exposed to the 
storms, or alpine meadows spread with a multitude of bright flowers. 
It is an interesting fact that man seeks the evergreen woods more 
than the hardwood forests. No doubt this is because there is a greater 
variety of scenery and more surprises at each turn of the trail, a deeper 
and cleaner freshness, a joyous and boisterous tumbling of the busy 
waters, more sport and more fatigue and sounder repose for the hunter 
and fisherman, and more beauty in the lingering rays of the setting 
sun against the long purple, green, and pink slopes and mountain crags 
than can ever be associated with hardwood forests. 
There is surely much to be gained and much to be learned by a 
wise use of the woods. Thanks to the wisdom of Roosevelt and his 
advisers, these western National Forests will be managed so as to 
insure a perpetual supply of timber as well as playgrounds for the 
people of the United States. 
An Evergreen Forest in All Its Primeval Glory 
