Contrasted to the noisy, conspicuous birds of the prairie—meadowlarks and bobolinks—birds of the forest seem elusive and secretive. Although numerous, the varied thrushes, Townsend’s solitaires, and Swainson’s thrushes are seldom seen; but when approached, they fly silently off and are swallowed by the forest shadow. There seems to be serenity in a mature forest, as though the struggle for life is somehow suspended, the needs of the animals here less urgent, muffled. The towering redcedar forest seems to be no battlefield at all, but rather a monument to what Earth can do. The Perpendicular Night Behind Avalanche campground a trail leads back toward Lake McDonald Lodge. I decided to follow it one June evening, to experience the sensation of the deep forest changing into night. With the nearby mountain wall intercepting the sun, dusk comes early to this valley. On the prairie, night passes across the landscape in an even line, forthright as a waxing tide; you can almost feel the globe in its turning from the sun. There is reassurance in the night’s coming, its steady purple doming over the sky. But here darkness seems to sprout from the earth. It collects beneath the hemlock clumps, bridges the creekbottoms. It seems to flit from place to place. You look about, uneasy, trying to catch it here or there, but always miss its infiltrations. It captures the narrow clearings when you look away; pockets of tree-darkness join together, forcing the light upward until the tree-tops seem impossibly bright and distant. Through the trees I could see a dozen fires dance in the growing shadow, wood-smoke and camp sounds filling the air. Turning uptrail, I felt a reluctance to leave the presence of those fires—a senseless feeling, but strong. A growing forest-dread impelled me almost physically backward to those circles of firelight. I felt the need to be near a fire, to be reassured by heat and light. Fire was our greatest friend, our greatest weapon. With it we beat the long ages of ice and held the forest gloom away. There was no harm here, only silence; yet the longer I walked, with beard-moss hanging down like daggers all around, the more I craved the comradeship of fire. _Continued on p. 104_ The Vital Predator The merciless law of predation might at first thought seem cruel; but the predator plays a vital part in maintaining the balance of the biotic community. Without the controlling factor of predation, prey species quickly enlarge their populations. If plant eaters are not checked, the resulting excess population exceeds the carrying capacity of the range. Food supply rapidly diminishes. In a damaged range, competition and stress result, usually culminating in a massive die-off through starvation and disease.