the winds with beauty and harmony as the sm e result after one has seen pines six feet in bending like gi before a gale and a wind storm in the forests ever and anon some giant falling with a crash that shakes the hills it seems astonishing that any save the lowest trees could ever have found a period sufficiently to establish themselves or once established that they should not the mountains of sooner or later have been blown down but when the storm is over and we behold the same forests tranquil again towering fresh and in erect majesty and consider what centuries of storms have fallen upon them since they were first planted � hail to break the tender lightning to and snow winds and to crush and � while the manifest result of all this wild storm culture is the glorious perfection we behold then faith in nature s is established and we cease to the violence of her most destructive or of any other storm whatsoever there are two trees in the forests that are never blown down so long as they continue in sound health these are the and the dwarf pine of the summit peaks their stiff crooked roots grip the storm beaten like claws while their cord like branches bend round offering but slight holds for winds however violent the other � the needle pine mountain pine two pine and � are never out by this agent to any destructive extent on account of their admirable and the of their growth in general the same is true of the giants of the lower the sugar pine towering aloft to a height of more than feet offers a fine mark to storm winds but it is not and its long arms swing round in the blast like of green in a brook while the silver in most places keep their ranks well together a wind in the forests in united strength the yellow or silver pine is more frequently than any other tree on the because its leaves and branches form � a larger mass in proportion to its height while in many places it is planted leaving open lanes through which storms may enter with full force because it is distributed along the lower portion of the range which was the first to be left bare on the breaking up of the ice sheet at the close of the winter the soil it is gi owing upon has been longer exposed to post and consequently is in a more crumbling decayed condition than the farther up the range and therefore offers a less secure for the roots while exploring the forest of mount i discovered the path of a strewn with thousands of pines of this species great and small had been or off by sheer force making a clean gap like that made by a snow but capable of doing this class of work are rare in the and when we have the forests from one extremity of the range to the other we are compelled to believe that they are the most beautiful on the face of the earth however we may regard the agents that have made them so there is always something deeply exciting not only in the sounds of winds in the woods which exert more or less influence over every mind but in their varied flow as manifested by the movements of the trees especially those of the by no other trees are they rendered so the mountains of and visible not even by the palms or tree to the breeze the waving of a forest of the giant is impressive and but the pines seem to me the best of winds they are mighty waving ever in tune singing and writing wind music all their long century lives little however of this noble tree waving and tree music will you see or hear in the strictly portion of the forests the whose sometimes more than equals it� height is about as rigid as the rocks on which it grows the slender lash like of the dwarf pine stream out in wavering but the and are far too to wave even in the heaviest they only shake in quick short the however and the mountain pine and some of the of the two species bow in storms with considerable scope and but it is only in the lower and middle that the meeting of winds and woods is to be seen in all its one of the most beautiful and storms i ever enjoyed in the occurred in december when i happened to be exploring one of the valleys of the the sky and the ground and the trees had been thoroughly rain washed and were dry again the day was intensely pure one of those bits of winter warm and and full of white sparkling sunshine of all the purest influences of the spring and at the same time en a wind storm in the forests with one of the most wind storms conceivable instead of out as i usually do i then chanced to be stopping at the house of a friend but when the storm began to sound i lost no time in pushing out into the woods to enjoy it for on such occasions nature has always something rare to show us and the danger to life and limb is hardly greater than one would experience crouching beneath a roof it was still early morning when i found myself fairly adrift delicious sunshine came pouring over the hills lighting the tops of the pines and setting free a steam of f ance that contrasted strangely with the wild tones of the storm the air was with pine and bright green that went flashing past in the sunlight like birds pursued but there was not the slightest nothing less pure than leaves and ripe and of withered and moss i heard trees falling 