He knew them standing in all their matchless grandeur, in the primeval forest and had followed them step by step all the way to the finished product.

Never without a heart pang did he witness a noble white pine, God's handiwork of centuries, come crashing to earth through the meaner growth beneath the chopper's axe.

The only thing that redeemed such a deed from sacrilege, in his mind, was to see the tree fittingly transformed into articles of beauty and worth suitable for man's use.

Hence, when he saw lying here and there deformed and disfigured fragments of the exquisitely grained white spruce, which during the war, he had with such care selected for his aeroplane parts, his very heart rose in indignant wrath.

And filled with this wrath he made his way to the office and straightway summoned Wickes and his son Jack to conference.
"Tony will never make a worker in wood.