Tales enough had been told of both! What has to be imaged is a forest the size of Virginia.

Here and there, chiefly upon river banks, show small Indian clearings.

Here and there are natural meadows, and toward the salt water great marshes, the home of waterfowl.

But all these are little or naught in the whole, faint adornments sewed upon a shaggy garment, green in summer, flame-hued in autumn, brown in winter, green and flower-colored in the spring.

Nor was the forest to any appreciable extent like much Virginian forest of today, second growth, invaded, hewed down, and renewed, to hear again the sound of the axe, set afire by a thousand accidents, burning upon its own funeral pyres, all its primeval glory withered.