APTER V
A TUSSLE WITH A WILD-CAT

CHAPTER VI
IN THE HEART OF THE FOREST

CHAPTER VII
WILBUR IN HIS OWN CAMP

CHAPTER VIII
DOWNING A GIANT LUMBERJACK

CHAPTER IX
A HARD FOE TO CONQUER

CHAPTER X
A FOURTH OF JULY PERIL

CHAPTER XI
AMIDST A CATTLE STAMPEDE

CHAPTER XII
ALMOST TRAMPLED TO DEATH

CHAPTER XIII
HOW THE FOREST WON A GREAT DOCTOR

CHAPTER XIV
A ROLLING CLOUD OF SMOKE

CHAPTER XV
THE FOREST ABLAZE

CHAPTER XVI
IN THE MIDST OF A SEA OF FIRE

ILLUSTRATIONS

The Giants of the Forest and the Men Who Safeguard Them
A Forest Fire out of Control
Good Forestry Management
Bad Forestry Management
The Tie-cutters' Boys
Deforested and Washed Away
As Bad as Anything in China
How Young Forests are Destroyed
Where Sheep are Allowed
Cowboys at the Round-up
Patrolling a Coyote Fence
Reducing the Wolf Supply
Where Ben and Mickey Burned the Brush
The Cabin of the Old Ranger
Stamping It Government Property
Wilbur's Own Camp
Just about Ready to Shoot
Train-load from One Tree
Wilbur's Own Bridge
Where the Supervisor Stayed
Measuring a Fair-sized Tree
Running a Telephone Line
Nursery for Young Trees
Plantation of Young Trees
Sowing Pine Seed
Planting Young Trees
What Tree-planting Will Do
The First Conservation Expert
Sand Burying a Pear Orchard
No Water, No Forests. No Forests, No Water
With Water!
"That's One Painter Less, Anyhow!"
"Smoke! And How am I Going to Get There?"
"Keep It from Spreading, Boys!"
"Get Busy Now, When It Breaks into the Open!"

THE BOY WITH THE U. S. FORESTERS

CHAPTER I

ENTERING THE SERVICE

"Hey, Wilbur, where are you headed for?"

The boy addressed, who had just come through the swing-doors of an
office building in Washington, did not slacken his pace on hearing the
question, but called back over his shoulder:

"To the forest, of course. Come along, Fred."

"But--" The second speaker stopped short, and, breaking into a run,
caught up with his friend in a few steps.

"You certainly seem to be in a mighty big hurry to get there," he said.

"We don't loaf on our service," answered the boy with an air of pride.

His friend broke into a broad grin. He had known Wilbur Loyle for some
time, and was well aware of his enthusiastic nature.

"How long has it been 'our' service?" he queried, emphasizing the
pronoun.

"Ever since I was appointed," rejoined Wilbur exultantly.

"I'm glad the appointment has had time to soak in; it didn