God makes trees grow to show men where the good land is.

I read history, and there's no country that's good for anything, except where men have cut the trees, niggered off the logs, grubbed out the stumps, and made fields of it--and if there are stones, it's all the better.

'In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread,' said God to Adam, and when you go to the prairies where it's all ready for the plow, you are trying to dodge God's curse on our first parents.
You won't prosper.

It stands to reason that any land that is good will grow trees." "Some of this farm was prairie," put in Preston, "and I don't see but it's just as good as the rest." "It was all openings," replied Evans.

"The trees was here once, and got killed by the fires, or somehow.