over?"
"Ken's got a big thing in mind," replied Hal, loyally "It's just splendid."
I never saw the long, black-fringed line of trees without joy in the
possession of them and a desire to be among them. The sixty acres of
timber land covered the whole of a swampy valley, spread over a
rolling hill sloping down to the glistening river.
"Now, son? go ahead," said my father, as we clambered over a rail
fence and stepped into the edge of shade..
"Well, father--" I began, haltingly, and could not collect my thoughts.
Then we were in the cool woods. It was very still, there being only a
faint rustling of leaves and the mellow note of a hermit-thrush. The
deep shadows were lightened by shafts of sunshine which, here and
there, managed to pierce the canopy of foliage. Somehow, the feeling
roused by these things loosened my tongue.
"This is an old hard-wood forest," I began. "Much of the white oak,
hickory, ash, maple, is virgin timber. These trees have reached maturity;
many are dead at the tops; all of them should have been cut long ago.
They make too dense a shade for the seedlings to survive. Look at that
bunch of sapling maples. See how they reach up, trying to get to the
light. They haven't a branch low down and the tops are thin. Yet maple
is one of our hardiest trees. Growth has been suppressed. Do you notice
there are no small oaks or hickories just here? They can't live in deep
shade. Here's the stump of a white oak cut last fall. It was about two
feet in diameter. Let's count the rings to find its age--about ninety years.
It flourished in its youth and grew rapidly, but it had a hard time after
about fifty years. At that time it was either burned, or mutilated by a
falling tree, or struck by lightning."
"Now, how do you make that out?" asked father, intensely interested.
"See the free, wide rings from the pith out to about number forty-five.
The tree was healthy up to that time. Then it met with an injury of some
kind, as is indicated by this black scar. After that the rings grew
narrower. The tree struggled to live."
We walked on with me talking as fast as I could get the words out. I
showed father a giant, bushy chestnut which was dominating all the
trees around it, and told him how it retarded their growth. On the other
hand, the other trees were absorbing nutrition from the ground that
would have benefited the chestnut.
"There's a sinful waste of wood here," I said, as we climbed over and
around the windfalls and rotting tree-trunks. "The old trees die and are
blown down. The amount of rotting wood equals the yearly growth.
Now, I want to show you the worst enemies of the trees. Here's a big
white oak, a hundred and fifty years old. It's almost dead. See the little
holes bored in the bark. They were made by a beetle. Look!"
I swung my hatchet and split off a section of bark. Everywhere in the
bark and round the tree ran little dust-filled grooves. I pried out a
number of tiny brown beetles, somewhat the shape of a pinching-bug,
only very much smaller.
"There! You'd hardly think that that great tree was killed by a lot of
little bugs, would you? They girdle the trees and prevent the sap from
flowing."
I found an old chestnut which contained nests of the deadly white
moths, and explained how it laid its eggs, and how the caterpillars that
came from them killed the trees by eating the leaves. I showed how
mice and squirrels injured the forest by eating the seeds.
"First I'd cut and sell all the matured and dead timber. Then I'd thin out
the spreading trees that want all the light, and the saplings that grow too
close together. I'd get rid of the beetles, and try to check the spread of
caterpillars. For trees grow twice as fast if they are not choked or
diseased. Then I'd keep planting seeds and shoots in the open places,
taking care to favor the species best adapted to the soil, and cutting
those that don't grow well. In this way we'll be keeping our forest while
doubling its growth and value, and having a yearly income from it."
"Kenneth, I see you're in dead earnest about this business," said my
father, slowly. "Before I came out here today I had been looking up the
subject, and I believe, with you, that forestry really means the salvation
of our country. I think you are really interested, and I've a mind not to
oppose you."
"You'll never regret it. I'll learn; I'll work
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