<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XVIII." id="CHAPTER_XVIII."></SPAN>CHAPTER XVIII.</h2>
<h3><i>AMONG THE PINES</i>.</h3>
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<p>"How good it smells here!" exclaimed Edith, with her small nose
in the air to inhale what she called "a good sniff" in the fragrant
pine-woods.</p>
<p>Miss Harson had taken the children in the carriage to a
pine-grove some miles from Elmridge, and Thomas and the horses
waited by the roadside while the little party walked about or stood
gazing up at the tall slender trees that seemed to tower to the
very skies. Thomas was not fond of waiting, but he thought that he
had the best of it in this case: it was more cheerful to sit in the
carriage and "flick" the flies from Rex and Regina than to go
poking about in the gloomy pine-woods. Yet, notwithstanding the
darkness of its interior and the sombre character of its dense
masses of evergreen foliage as seen from without--whence the name
of "black timber," which has been applied to it--the shade and
shelter it affords and the sentiment of grandeur it inspires cause
it to become allied with the most profound and agreeable
sensations; and it was something of this feeling, though they could
not express it in words, which possessed the young tree-hunters as
they stood in the pine-grove.</p>
<p>"It's nice to breathe here," said Clara.</p>
<p>"It is delicious," replied her governess, enthusiastically, her
eyes kindling as she repeated the lines:</p>
<blockquote>"'His praise, ye winds, that from four quarter
blow,<br/>
Breathe soft and loud; and wave your tops, ye pines,<br/>
With every plant, in sign of worship. Wave!'"<br/></blockquote>
<p>"What a queer brown color--almost like red--the ground is!" said
Malcolm. "And look, Miss Harson! it's made of lots of little sharp
sticks."</p>
<p>"The sharp sticks are pine-needles," was the reply--"the dead
pine-leaves of last year; and when the new growth of leaves have
been put forth, they cover the ground with a smooth brown matting
as comfortable as a gravel-walk, and yet a carpet of Nature's
making. 'The foliage of the pine is so hard and durable that in
summer we always find the last year's crop lying upon the ground in
a state of perfect soundness, and under it that of the preceding
year only partially decayed.'"</p>
<p>"It's kind of slippery in some places," continued Malcolm,
taking a slide as he spoke. "And see those queer-looking roots
sprouting out of the ground!"</p>
<p>"I see the roots," said Miss Harson, "but no sprouts. That is
the white pine, the roots of which are often seen above the ground,
spreading to some distance from the trunk. Generally the roots of
pine trees are small, compared with the size of the trunks, and
spread horizontally instead of descending far into the ground. For
this reason pines are often uprooted by high winds, which break off
the deciduous trees near the ground. But I wish you particularly to
notice the trunks of these trees and tell me if you can see any
difference in them."</p>
<p>Those particular trees had probably never been stared at so hard
before, and the three children exclaimed almost together:</p>
<p>"Some are rough, and some are smooth, and the rough ones have
little bunches of leaves on 'em."</p>
<p>"These are the pitch-pines," replied their governess. "They are
the roughest of all our forest-trees, and they have a rounder head
than any of the other American evergreens. The branches, you see,
turn in various directions and are curved downward at the ends.
This tree has also the peculiar habit of sending out little
branchlets full of leaves along the stem from the root upward, and
this has a very pretty effect, like that of some elm trees. It is
the pitch-pine that produces the fragrance we are all enjoying so
much. What do you notice about the smoother trees?"</p>
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<b>THE WHITE PINE.</b></p>
<p>"They are very tall and big," replied Clara--"ever so much
handsomer than the rough ones."</p>
<p>"The white pine," said Miss Harson, "is one of the loftiest and
most valuable of North American trees. Its top can be seen at a
great distance, looking like a spire as it towers above the heads
of the trees around it. You see that it has widespread branches and
silken-looking, tufted foliage. The leaves are in fives and not so
stiff as those of the other pines, and you will notice that the
branches are in whorls, like a series of stages one above another.
The foliage has a tasseled effect with those long silky tufts at
the ends of the branches, and the whole outline of the tree is very
pleasing."</p>
<p>"This isn't a pine tree, is it?" asked Malcolm, touching a small
tree with very slender branches, some of them as slight as
willow-withes and covered with grayish-red bark, while that on the
main stem was bluish gray.</p>
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<b>THE LARCH.</b></p>
<p>"It is a species of pine," was the reply, "because it belongs to
the Coniferae, or cone-producing, family; but it is not an
evergreen, although it ranks as such. This is the larch--generally
called in New England by its Indian name of <i>hacmatack</i>--and
it differs from the other pines in its crowded tufts of leaves,
which, after turning to a soft leather-color, fall, in New England,
early in November. The cones, too, are very small."</p>
<p>"What's the use of cones, any way?" asked Malcolm as he picked
up some very large ones under the white and pitch pines.</p>
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<b>FOLIAGE OF THE<br/>
LARCH (<i>Larix<br/>
Americana</i>).</b></p>
<p>"Their principal use," replied his governess, "is to contain the
seeds of future trees: they are the fruit of the pine; but they
have a number of uses besides, which you shall hear about this
evening."</p>
<p>"The little cones at Hemlock Lodge are pretty," said Edith, "and
Clara and me play with 'em. We play they're a orphan-'sylum."</p>
<p>"'Clara and I,' dear," corrected Miss Harson, smiling at the
"orphan-'sylum," while Malcolm said he had never thought of that
before, and it must be what they were meant for. Edith could not
quite understand whether this was fun or earnest, but Miss Harson
shook her head at Malcolm and called him "naughty boy."</p>
<p>"The spruce and hemlock," continued their governess, "and many
of the other evergreens, we have at Elmridge, but I brought you
here to-day for our drive that you might examine these magnificent
pine trees, and so be better able to understand whatever we can
find out about them this evening. Thomas is probably tired of
waiting by this time; so we will leave the fragrant pine-woods for
the present, and promise ourselves some future visits."</p>
<p>Every green thing was now in full summer beauty, and daisies and
buttercups gemmed the fields, while the garden at Elmridge was all
aglow with blossoms, The children remembered their flower-studies
of last year, and took fresh pleasure in the woods because of them;
but the trees now seemed quite as interesting as the flowers had
been.</p>
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<p>"The trees known as evergreens," said Miss Harson, "are not so
bright and cheerful-looking as those which are deciduous, or
leaf-shedding, but they have the advantage of being clothed with
foliage, although of a sober hue, all the year round. They consist
of pines, firs, junipers, cypresses, spruces, larches, yews and
hemlocks, with some foreign trees, and form a distinct and striking
natural group. 'This family has claims to our particular attention
from the importance of its products in naval, and especially in
civil and domestic, architecture, and in many other arts, and, in
some instances, in medicine. Some of the species in this country
are of more rapid growth, attain to a larger size and rise to a
loftier height than any other trees known. The white pine is much
the tallest of our native trees.'"</p>
<p>"How high does it grow, Miss Harson?" asked Clara.</p>
<p>"From one hundred and fifty to two hundred feet," was replied,
"and on the north-west coast of America one called the 'Douglas's
pine' is the loftiest tree known; it is said to measure over three
hundred feet. 'From the pines are obtained the best masts and much
of the most valuable ship-timber, and in the building and finishing
of houses they are of almost indispensable utility. The bark of
some of them, as the hemlock and larch, is of great value in
tanning, and from others are obtained the various kinds of pitch,
tar, turpentine, resin and balsams,' The pines and firs have
circles of branches in imperfect whorls around the trunk, and, as
one of these whorls is formed each year, it is easy to calculate
the age of young trees. In thick woods the lower whorls of branches
soon decay for want of light and air, and this leaves a smooth
trunk, which rises without a branch, like a beautiful shaft, for a
hundred feet or more.</p>
<p>"These trees are found everywhere except in the hot regions
around the equator. The white pine is the most common, but in the
evergreen woods of our own country it is mixed with pitch-pine and
fir trees. In our Southern States there are thin forests, called
pine-barrens, through which one can travel for miles on horseback.
The white pine is easily distinguished by its leaves being in
fives, by its very long cones, composed of loosely-arranged scales,
and when young by the smoothness and delicate light-green color of
the bark. It is known throughout New England by the name 'white
pine,' which is given it on account of the whiteness of the wood.
In England it is called the Weymouth pine.</p>
<p>"Many very large trees are found in Maine, on the Penobscot
River, but most of the largest and most valuable timber trees have
been cut down. The lumberers, as they are called, are constantly
hewing down the grand old trees for timber, white pine being the
principal timber of New England and Canada."</p>
<p>"And they float it down the rivers on rafts, don't they?" said
Malcolm. "Won't you tell us about that, Miss Harson?"</p>
<p>"Yes," was the reply.--"But do not look so expectant, Edie; it
is not a story, dear, only a description of pine-cutting in the
forests of Maine and Canada. But I should like you to know how
these great trees are turned into timber, and you will see that,
like many other necessary things, it is neither easy nor pleasant.
We do not get much without hard work on the part of somebody:
remember that. Now I will read:</p>
<p>"'The business of procuring trees suitable for masts of ships is
difficult and fatiguing. The pines which grew in the neighborhood
of the rivers and in the most accessible places have all been cut
down. Paths have now to be cleared with immense labor to the
recesses of the forest, in order to obtain a fresh supply. This
arduous employment is called "lumbering," and those who engage in
it are "lumberers." The word "lumber," in its general sense,
applies to all kinds of timber. But though many different trees,
such as oak, ash and maple, are cut down, yet the main business is
with the pines. And when a suitable plot of ground has been chosen
for erecting a saw-mill,' to prepare the boards, 'it is called
"pine-land," or a spot where the pine trees predominate.</p>
<p>"'A body of wood-cutters unite to form what is called a
"lumbering-party," and they are in the employ of a
master-lumberman, who pays them wages and finds them in provisions.
The provisions are obtained on credit and under promise of payment
when the timber has been cut down and sold. If the timber meets
with any accident in its passage down the river, the
master-lumberman cannot make good the loss, and the shopkeeper
loses his money.</p>
<p>"'When the lumbering-party are ready to start, they take with
them a supply of necessaries, and also what tools they will
require, and proceed up the river to the heart of the forest. When
they reach a suitable spot where the giant trees which are to serve
for masts grow thick and dark, they get all their supplies on
shore--their axes, their cooking-utensils and the casks of
molasses'--and too often of whisky or rum, too, I am sorry to
say--'that will be used lavishly. The molasses is used instead of
sugar to sweeten the great draughts of tea--made, not from the
product of China, but from the tops of the hemlock.</p>
<p>"'The first thing to be done is to build some kind of shelter,
for they must remain in the forest until spring, and the cold of
those Northern winters is terrible. Their cabin--for it cannot be
called by any better name--is built of logs of wood cut down on
purpose and put together as rudely as possible. It is only five
feet high, and the roof is covered with boards. There is a great
blazing fire kept up day and night, for the frost is intense, and
the provisions have to be kept in a deep place made in the ground
under the cabin. The smoke of the fire goes out through a hole in
the roof, and the floor is strewn with branches of fir, the only
couch the poor hardworking lumberers have to rest upon. When night
comes, they turn into the cabin to sleep, and lie with their feet
to the fire. If a man chances to awaken, he instantly jumps up and
throws fresh logs on the fire; for it is of the utmost importance
not to let it go out. One of the men is the cook for the whole
party, and his duty is to have breakfast ready before it is light
in the morning. He prepares a meal of boiled meat and the hemlock
tea sweetened with molasses, and the rest of the party partake
heartily of both, and in some camps also of rum, under the mistaken
notion that it helps them to bear the severe toil. When breakfast
is over, they divide into several gangs. One gang cuts down the
trees, another saws them in pieces, and the third gang is occupied
in conveying them, by means of oxen, to the bank of the nearest
stream, which is now frozen over.</p>
<p>"'It is a hard winter for the lumbermen. The snow covers the
ground until the middle of May, and the frost is often intense. But
they toil through it, felling, sawing and conveying until a
quantity of trees have been laid prostrate and made available for
the market. Then, at last, the weather changes; the snow begins to
melt and the streams and rills are set at liberty. The rivers flow
briskly on and are much swollen with the melting snow, and the men
say that the freshets have come down.</p>
<p>"'Hard as their toil has been, the most difficult and fatiguing
has yet to be encountered. The timber is collected on the banks of
the river, and has now to be thrown into the water and made into
rafts, so that it can be floated down to the nearest market-town.
The water, filled with melting snow, is deadly cold and can
scarcely be endured, but the men are in it from morning till night
constructing the rafts, which are put together as simply as
possible, and the smallest outlay made to suffice. The rafts are of
different sizes, according to the breadth of the stream; and when
all is ready, they are launched, and the convoy fairly sets out on
its voyage.</p>
<p>"'The great ugly masses of floating timber move slowly along
under the care of a pilot, and the lumberers ride upon the rafts,
often without shelter or protection from the weather. They guide
themselves by long and powerful poles fixed on pivots, and which
act as rudders. As they journey down the stream they sing and shout
and make the utmost noise and riot. If there comes a storm or a
change of weather, the pilot steers his convoy into some safe creek
for the night, and secures it as best he can.</p>
<p>"'Thus by degrees the raft reaches the place of destination,
occasionally with some loss and damage to the timber. In this case
the master-lumberer bears the loss, and is obliged to refund the
expenses incurred as best he can. At any rate, the men are now paid
off, and set out on foot for their homes.'"</p>
<p>Malcolm was particularly delighted with this narrative of
stirring activity, and even the little girls seemed very much
interested in it. They were so sorry for the poor lumbermen who had
such dreary winters off there in the Northern woods, and Clara
wondered if they couldn't have warm comforters and mittens.</p>
<p>"They probably have those things when they go into camp," said
Miss Harson, "but they are likely to find them in the way of
working, and to cast them aside.--Great ships are not built for
nothing: even to get the timber in readiness costs heavy labor,
but, after all, no doubt, the men get interested in it and enjoy
its excitement. Fortunately for the many uses to which its timber
is put, the white pine grows very rapidly, gaining from fifteen
inches to three feet every year. In deep and damp old woods it is
slower of growth; it is then almost without sap-wood and has a
yellowish color like the flesh of the pumpkin. For this reason it
is called 'pumpkin-pine.' The bark of young trees of the white-pine
species is very smooth and of a reddish, bottle-green color. It is
covered in summer with a pearly gloss. On old trunks the bark is
less rough than that of any other pine. This tree has the spreading
habit of the cedar of Lebanon. In addition to its grand and
picturesque character, the white pine, says a lover of trees, may
be 'regarded as a true symbol of benevolence. Under its outspread
roof numerous small animals, nestling in the bed of dry leaves that
cover the ground, find shelter and repose. The squirrel feeds upon
the kernels obtained from its cones; the hare browses upon the
trefoil'--clover--'and the spicy foliage of the
<i>hypericum</i>'--St. John's wort--'which are protected in its
shade; and the fawn reposes on its brown couch of leaves unmolested
by the outer tempest. From its green arbors the quails are often
roused in midwinter, where they feed upon the berries of the
<i>Mitchella</i> and the spicy wintergreen. Nature, indeed, seems
to have specially designed this tree to protect her living
creatures both in summer and in winter.'"</p>
<p>"Hurrah for the white pine," said Malcolm, with great energy,
"the grand old <i>American</i> tree!"</p>
<p>"I'm glad that the little birds and animals have such a nice
home under it in winter," said Clara.</p>
<p>"I'm glad too," added Edith, "but I wish we could find some and
see how they look in their soft bed. Don't they ever put their
heads out the least bit, Miss Harson?"</p>
<p>"Not when they suspect that there is any one around, dear, and
the little creatures are very sharp to find this out. Our heavenly
Father, you know, takes thought for sparrows and all such helpless
things, and they are fed and cared for without any thought of their
own.--The white pine," she continued, "is truly a magnificent tree,
but I think we shall find that the pitch-pine is also very
useful."</p>
<p>"That's the rough one," said Malcolm; "I remember how it looks,
with little tufts sticking out along the trunk."</p>
<p>"Yes," replied his governess, "and out authority says this tree
is distinguished by its leaves being in threes--the white pine, you
know, has them in <i>fives</i>--by the rigidity and sharpness of
the scales of its cones, by the roughness of its bark, and by the
denseness of the brushes of its stiff, crowded leaves. Its usual
height is from forty to fifty feet, but it is sometimes much
taller. The trunk is not only rough, but very dark in color; and
from this circumstance the species is frequently called black pine.
The wood is very hard and firm, and contains a quantity of resin.
This is much more abundant in the branches than in the trunk, and
the boards and other lumber of this wood are usually full of
pitch-knots."</p>
<p>"What are pitch-knots?" asked Clara.</p>
<p>"'When a growing branch,'" read Miss Harson, "'is broken off,
the remaining portion becomes charged with resin,' which is
deposited by the resin-bearing sap of the tree, 'forming what is
called a pitch-knot, extending sometimes to the heart. The same
thing takes place through the whole heart of a tree when, full of
juice, its life is suddenly destroyed.' 'Resin' is another name for
turpentine, but is used of it commonly when hardened into a solid
form. The tar is obtained by slowly burning splintered pine, both
trunk and root, with a smothered flame, and collecting the black
liquid, which is expelled by the heat and caught in cavities
beneath the burning pile. Pitch is thickened tar, and is used in
calking ships and for like purposes."</p>
<p>"I am going to remember that," said Malcolm; "I could never make
out what all those different things meant."</p>
<p>"What are you thinking about so seriously, Clara?" asked her
governess. "If it is a puzzle, let me see if I cannot solve it for
you."</p>
<p>"Well, Miss Harson, I was thinking of those brown leaves, or
'needles,' in the pine-woods, and it seems strange to say that the
leaves of evergreens never fall off."</p>
<p>"It would not only be strange, dear, but quite untrue, to say
that; for the same leaves do not, of course, remain for ever on the
tree. The deciduous trees lose their leaves in the autumn and are
entirely bare until the next spring, but the evergreens, although
they renew their leaves, too, are never left without verdure of
some sort. Late in October you may see the yellow or brown foliage
of the pines, then ready to fall, surrounding the branches of the
previous year's growth, forming a whorl of brown fringe surmounted
by a tuft of green leaves of the present year's growth. Their
leaves always turn yellow before the fall."</p>
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