The Boy With the U. S. Foresters

Boy With the U. S. Foresters, by Francis Rolt-Wheeler

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Title: The Boy With the U. S. Foresters
Author: Francis Rolt-Wheeler
Release Date: July 19, 2006 [EBook #18874]
Language: English
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[Illustration: THE GIANTS OF THE FOREST AND THE MEN WHO SAFEGUARD THEM.
Photography by U. S. Forest Service.]
U. S. SERVICE SERIES.
THE BOY WITH THE U. S. FORESTERS
BY FRANCIS ROLT-WHEELER
With Thirty-eight Illustrations from Photographs taken by the U. S. Forest Service
BOSTON
LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO.
1910

To My Son Roger's Friend
WILBUR UFFORD

PREFACE
Much of the wilderness is yet but little trod. Great stretches of virgin forest still remain within whose dim recesses nothing is changed since the days the Indians dwelt in them. The mystery and the adventure are not sped, the grandeur and the companionship still pulse among the glades, the "call of the wild" is an unceasing cry, and to that call the boy responds.
But if this impulse to return to the shelter of the wilds be still so strong, how greatly more intense does it become when we awaken to the fact that the forest needs our help even more than we need its sense of freedom. When we perceive that the fate of these great belts of untamed wilderness lies in the hands of a small group of men whose mastery is absolute, when first we realize that national benefits--great almost beyond the believing--are intrusted to these men, surely Desire and Duty leap to grip hands and pledge themselves to the service of the forests of our land. To breathe the magnificent spaces of the West, to reveal the wealth and beauty of our great primeval woods, to acclaim the worth of the men who administer them, and to show splendid possibilities to a lad of grit and initiative is the aim and purpose of
THE AUTHOR.

CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
ENTERING THE SERVICE
CHAPTER II
PUTTING A STOP TO GUN-PLAY
CHAPTER III
THE FIGHT IN THE COULEE
CHAPTER IV
PICKING A LIVELY BRONCHO
CHAPTER V
A TUSSLE WITH A WILD-CAT
CHAPTER VI
IN THE HEART OF THE FOREST
CHAPTER VII
WILBUR IN HIS OWN CAMP
CHAPTER VIII
DOWNING A GIANT LUMBERJACK
CHAPTER IX
A HARD FOE TO CONQUER
CHAPTER X
A FOURTH OF JULY PERIL
CHAPTER XI
AMIDST A CATTLE STAMPEDE
CHAPTER XII
ALMOST TRAMPLED TO DEATH
CHAPTER XIII
HOW THE FOREST WON A GREAT DOCTOR
CHAPTER XIV
A ROLLING CLOUD OF SMOKE
CHAPTER XV
THE FOREST ABLAZE
CHAPTER XVI
IN THE MIDST OF A SEA OF FIRE

ILLUSTRATIONS
The Giants of the Forest and the Men Who Safeguard Them A Forest Fire out of Control Good Forestry Management Bad Forestry Management The Tie-cutters' Boys Deforested and Washed Away As Bad as Anything in China How Young Forests are Destroyed Where Sheep are Allowed Cowboys at the Round-up Patrolling a Coyote Fence Reducing the Wolf Supply Where Ben and Mickey Burned the Brush The Cabin of the Old Ranger Stamping It Government Property Wilbur's Own Camp Just about Ready to Shoot Train-load from One Tree Wilbur's Own Bridge Where the Supervisor Stayed Measuring a Fair-sized Tree Running a Telephone Line Nursery for Young Trees Plantation of Young Trees Sowing Pine Seed Planting Young Trees What Tree-planting Will Do The First Conservation Expert Sand Burying a Pear Orchard No Water, No Forests. No Forests, No Water With Water! "That's One Painter Less, Anyhow!" "Smoke! And How am I Going to Get There?" "Keep It from Spreading, Boys!" "Get Busy Now, When It Breaks into the Open!"

THE BOY WITH THE U. S. FORESTERS
CHAPTER I
ENTERING THE SERVICE
"Hey, Wilbur, where are you headed for?"
The boy addressed, who had just come through the swing-doors of an office building in Washington, did not slacken his pace on hearing the question, but called back over his shoulder:
"To the forest, of course. Come along, Fred."
"But--" The second speaker stopped short, and, breaking into a run, caught up with his friend in a few steps.
"You certainly seem to be in a mighty big hurry to get there," he said.
"We don't loaf on our service," answered the boy with an air of pride.
His friend broke into a broad grin. He had known Wilbur Loyle for some time, and was well aware of his enthusiastic nature.
"How long has it been 'our' service?" he queried, emphasizing the pronoun.
"Ever since I was appointed," rejoined Wilbur exultantly.
"I'm glad the appointment has had time to soak in; it didn't take long, did it?" Wilbur flushed a little, and his chum, seeing this, went on laughingly: "Don't mind my roasting, old man, only you were 'way up in the clouds."
The boy's expression cleared instantaneously, and he laughed in reply.
"I suppose I