The tree's life, like ours, is a struggle for existence, with the survival of the fittest." "Were I a tree I think I should prefer to grow alone out in an open field," decided Emma.
"Not if you were a wise tree, you would not," laughed Tom.

"Out there you would be the plaything of the winds.

Your body would be exposed to the glaring sun, the full blast of every passing storm, and the bitter cold of winter, which would, unless you were very hardy, have a tendency to retard your growth and weaken your vigor.

Trees, like humans, do not enjoy a lonely life, but when they get together they immediately enter into bitter competition.

Isn't that quite human ?" "Where are you heading, Mrs.Shafto ?" interrupted Grace, as the guide struck off, leaving the trail and entering the dense forest.
"Goin' to find a campin' place while I kin see," she answered.