The Forest Club Annual

Excerpt from The Forest Club Annual, 1915, Vol. 6 In order to determine to what extent a species succeeds in competing with its neighbors, the associated species are merely listed and notes taken with great care to show the density of stand and association with secondary vegetation in various parts of the plot. Such records, among other things, usually throw light on the success or failure of the seed reaching the mineral soil and the role Of plant competition in the establishment of re production. The majority Of these sample plots, as previously stated, generally take the shape Of quadrangles rather than Of quadrats, though, indeed, the latter are sometimes used. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Forest Club Annual, 1915, Vol. 3: Lumber for the World Down The Quinault River High mountains, the stars, and wide ocean, The forest, so silent, the stream, Loud torrent from mountain lake tumbling Through boulders for ever a-rumbling, - How troubled my spirit's vague dream: Fain' prayer in the midst of commotion! I feel the lash Of rapid's dash, The thrill of lunge and glide; Though rude the shock Of hidden rock, There stands my Indian guide! Lo! Primitive man with full quiver Launched forth in his mystic canoe. All scornful of rock-scattered danger, His soul to wild terror a stranger, Bold magic of arrows' he knew For demons who haunted the river. One glimpse of past, From secrets vast Yon ancient spruces hide: Old courage runs From sire to sons, To this, my Indian guide. No star in the heavens may reckon True course for this frail little bark; Each lurch with the torrent's new veering Responds to the paddle swift steering Past Death lurking low in the dark. Some eagle this Indian doth beckon! 0 heart aglow, Deep waters flow, My fear doth mingle pride; Behold the sea - I'm safe with thee, My Quinault Indian guide! - Edmond S. Meany. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.