pecially slow, shambling Falstaff that 
; is—being one who would ever become 
! easy victim to the hurrying flames. 
' When the afternoon shadows began to 
lgthen, soot-smeared and ravenously 
Hngry, we returned to the main fire 
,e. Instead of going back by way of 
at to the head of the pond, however, 
: struck across country thru a section 
woods which had been burned over 
; day previous. Underfoot the ashes 
;re still hot. Piles of brush still 
lOuldered. Here and there, owing to 
; swampy character of the ground an 
lerald swale remained intact; and 
ross one of these we saw a chipmunk 
bbling on three legs, the fourth hav- 
l been burned off. But except for 
; refreshing gleam of the little swales 
: seemed to walk amid sepulchers, and 
an atmosphere of disaster. The 
aveyard of a forest once beautiful and 
acious lay about 11 s; and the sickly 
tell of charred wood only served to 
ensify the realization of irreparable 
I S ' 
When we reached Mac D’s tote road 
presently commenced to fall in with 
J ittered units of the fire-fighters. The 
:es of many were so black it was im- 
ssible to recognize them, and a more 
fiausted, work-wearied lot of men it 
add have been difficult to have found, 
t as usual, with that proverbial good 
iper of the lumber-jack, most of them, 
spite of their fatigue, were laughing 
| i joking as they sought for the 
ision boss who was to tell them what 
do next. And it was due indeed to 
1 splendid individual work of many of 
•se men—more especially a group of 
edes—that acres and acres of forest 
re saved that day from sharing a 
filar fate to those lying on the south- 
1 y slope of the mountain. 
‘That fire won’t stop till she strikes 
gin timber,” remarked Rube as we 
>ve homeward through the soft June 
■ ik. And indeed this is a fact over 
i ich one interested in forest conserva- 
i[n might well ponder. With the ex- 
1 ition of regions composed almost en- 
dy of conifers, fire makes little head- 
j y in a mixed stand of virgin wilder- 
1 'S. You have but to see for yourself 
1 draw your own conclusions. It is 
1 y after lumbering industries have 
ered into the woods, leaving in their 
h miles of debris and dry tree tops 
1 outcast timber, that the opportunity 
complete devastation arrives in good 
■j nest. Under the present system and 
lorbitant taxation the Adirondack 
derness, barring land owned by the 
j te and so far protected by the vote 
the people—is doomed to be cut over, 
1 in and yet again. So at last enters 
supreme destroyer; and a country of 
ks and erosion—barren, waterless, 
>gry—is all that is left for generations 
come. 
WMCff£STM 
TRADE MARK 
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The zMan - Plus 
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I 
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