The Spell of the Rockies — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Spell of the Rockies
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A heavy stratum of tarlike smoke formed above the fire as it toned
down. Presently this black stratum was uplifted near the centre and
then pierced with a stupendous geyser of yellow flame, which reddened
as it fused and tore through the tarry smoke and then gushed
astonishingly high above.
A year or two prior to the fire a snow slide from the heights had
smashed down into the forest. More than ten thousand trees were mowed,
raked, and piled in one mountainous mass of wreckage upon some crags
and in a narrow-throated gulch between them. This wood-pile made the
geyser flames and a bonfire to startle even the giants. While I was
trying to account for this extraordinary display, there came a series
of explosions in rapid succession, ending in a violent crashing one.
An ominous, elemental silence followed. All alone I had enjoyed the
surprises, the threatening uncertainties, and the dangerous
experiences that swiftly came with the fire-line battles of this long,
smoky war; but when those awful explosions came I for a time wished
that some one were with me. Had there been, I should have turned and
asked, while getting a better grip on my nerves, "What on earth is
that?" While the startled mountain-walls were still shuddering with
the shock, an enormous agitated column of steam shot several hundred
feet upward where the fiery geyser had flamed. Unable to account for
these strange demonstrations, I early made my way through heat and
smoke to the big bonfire. In the bottom of the gulch, beneath the
bonfire, flowed a small stream; just above the bonfire this stream had
been temporarily dammed by fire wreckage. On being released, the
accumulated waters thus gathered had rushed down upon the red-hot
rocks and cliffs and produced these explosions.
In the morning light this hanging terraced garden of yesterday's
forest glory was a stupendous charcoal drawing of desolation.
Insects in the Forest
Insects in the Forest
The big trees of California are never attacked by insects. This
immunity is extraordinary and may be the chief characteristic that
enables these noble trees to live so long. Unfortunately it is not
shared by other species. The American forests are infested with
thousands of species of injurious and destructive insects. These
insects, like the forest fires, annually kill numerous forest areas,
and in addition leave millions of deformed and sickly trees scattered
through the living forest to impair and imperil it. After some general
tree studies which have occupied odd times for years and extended
through the groves and forests of every State and Territory in the
Union, the conclusion has been forced upon me that the forests are
more widely wasted by insects than by fire.