The Young Wireless Operator—As a Fire Patrol - The Story of a Young Wireless Amateur Who Made Good as a Fire Patrol by Lewis E. Theiss
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can save enough to pay for a home, even a very modest one. And what it
will cost when the wood from the South and the far West is all gone I hate to imagine." "The wood from the far West all gone!" cried Charley. "Surely that can never be. Why, the forests there are enormous. I've read all about them." "The forests here were enormous, too, young man. Forty years ago Pennsylvania supplied a large part of the nation with its lumber. And to-day we don't grow more than one-tenth of the wood we use. Yes, sir; within twenty-five years or so after we have finished up the wood in the South, there won't be any left in the far West, either." "What in the world are we going to do?" asked Lew. "God knows," said the stranger solemnly. "But there is one thing we've got to do right now. Get these mountains to growing timber again. We must take care of what has already started to grow and plant trees where there are none. Most important of all, we must be careful with fire. I came down here just to warn you boys to be careful with your fire." "It wasn't necessary," said Lew. "We fought a forest fire once, and nobody but an idiot would ever be careless with fire if he had seen what we have seen this morning." "Well, I must be moving, boys. There are lots of other fishermen that are not as careful as you are. Good-bye." The man started on, then turned back. "If you came here to fish," he said slowly, "you're up against it. But I can tell you where to go to get all |
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