Guests.
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Egerton.
(Goes back a little, the group following him, and points right rear)
Back there you see the swamper clearing brush,
Man's first assault upon primeval forests.
And then the feller with his broader stroke
Hewing a way for apple trees and cities,
And incidentally moving on himself.
And here you see my teams. And, by the way,
They talk of how the horse has followed man
In his march across the ages, but the tree
That sheltered the lost saurian, think of that!
Governor Braddock.
You must have been a tree in some past life;
You seem to love them so and understand them.
Egerton.
There's nothing in this world so beautiful
As a pine forest, gentlemen, just at dawn;
The infant breathing of a million needles.
It's like our organ, Bishop, those soft tones.
(Comes forward)