For some time after the two boys boarded the train Charley was silent.  He sat watching the forest through which they were rushing so fast.  Never had it appeared to him quite as it did now.  Always he had known the forest was an animate growth, but now he realized more vividly than ever before how truly the forest was alive.  Now he thought of the great growths of trees more as one would think of a flock of animals that must be tended and cared for.  Many, many times he had seen the forest under happy conditions.  But never before this trip had he seen it in agony.  Never before had he heard the cries of fear and pain from the forest animals.  Never had he seen the charred remains of those that had been burned.  Never had he beheld the awful skeletons, not merely of burned trees, but of a burned forest.  He was deeply impressed.  A tree had suddenly become in his consciousness far more than a piece of timber.  And a forest had taken on new meaning.  With all his mind he loved the forest and the innumerable things of life and beauty within it.  Beyond expression was his joy at the thought that he could have a part in protecting and caring for the forest.

And when he thought of all the forest meant to mankind—­more than any other single gift of nature excepting food and water—­he saw the forester, the forest-ranger, and the fire patrol in their true light.  He saw them as real servants of the people, as real promoters and builders of civilization, which could not have come into existence without wood.  He realized that the man in the forest as truly helps mankind forward and upward as the statesman in the legislative halls, the chemist at his test-tube, the physician at his operating-table, the engineer building his bridges and roads, or any other of the constructive workers who make civilization what it is; for the forester’s work is the foundation for the work of all the other builders of civilization.  When he realized this, his heart sang with pride to think that he was to have a part in saving and perpetuating the forests for the countless generations of people who would follow him in the world.

He tried to tell Lew something of what was in his heart, but words failed him, and he sat silent until the train was far beyond the limits of the forest.  Then his thoughts drifted into other channels.  Before he knew it, the conductor shouted “Central City,” and the two chums left the train.

When Charley told his father that he was to get eighty-five dollars a month, he had no difficulty in winning his father’s consent to the plan he had in mind.  Nor was it much more difficult to secure his release from further work at school.  Charley was a great favorite with his teachers.  Always cheerful and polite, a faithful worker, mentally quick, and liking his instructors, he had their entire good-will.  They wanted to help him get on in the world as much as they had wanted to see him advance in his studies.  When they understood Charley’s position at home, and his need of earning money to help his father, and especially when they realized what the present opportunity meant to Charley in the way of personal happiness, they were more than willing to release him from further school duties.