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E-book The young forester
My brother Hal and I were camping a few days on the Susquehanna River, and
we had divided the time between fishing and tramping. Our camp was on the
edge of a forest some eight miles from Harrisburg. The property belonged to
our father, and he had promised to drive out to see us. But he did not come
that day, and I had to content myself with winning Hal over to my side.
"Ken, if the governor lets you go to Arizona can't you ring me in?"
"Not this summer. I'd be afraid to ask him. But in another year I'll do it."
"Won't it be great? But what a long time to wait! It makes me sick to think
of you out there riding mustangs and hunting bears and lions."
"You'll have to stand it. You're pretty much of a kid, Hal--not yet
fourteen. Besides, I've graduated."
"Kid!" exclaimed Hal, hotly. "You're not such a Methuselah yourself! I'm
nearly as big as you. I can ride as well and play ball as well, and I can
beat you all--"
"Hold on, Hal! I want you to help me to persuade father, and if you get
your temper up you'll like as not go against me. If he lets me go I'll
bring you in as soon as I dare. That's a promise. I guess I know how much
I'd like to have you." "All right," replied Hal, resignedly. "I'll have to hold in, I suppose. But
I'm crazy to go. And, Ken, the cowboys and lions are not all that interest
me. I like what you tell me about forestry. But who ever heard of forestry
as a profession?"
"It's just this way, Hal. The natural resources have got to be conserved,
and the Government is trying to enlist intelligent young men in the work--
particularly in the department of forestry. I'm not exaggerating when I say
the prosperity of this country depends upon forestry."
I have to admit that I was repeating what I had read.
"Why does it? Tell me how," demanded Hal.
"Because the lumbermen are wiping out all the timber and never thinking of
the future. They are in such a hurry to get rich that they'll leave their
grandchildren only a desert. They cut and slash in every direction, and
then fires come and the country is ruined. Our rivers depend upon the
forests for water. The trees draw the rain; the leaves break it up and let
it fall in mists and drippings; it seeps into the ground, and is held by
the roots. If the trees are destroyed the rain rushes off on the surface
and floods the rivers. The forests store up water, and they do good in
other ways."
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