works ruin during its mad rush to the sea. Were all of our available water supply put to use we could multiply ten times over the power at present generated in the United States, and we would be using an endless chain of power, and not a perishable one as is the case to-day. The coal will some day all be gone; the water power we will have forever.

Furthermore, as an added advantage, at least one ton of food fish per acre could be produced every year from these artificial lakes, a sum total which would be an immense addition to our food supply. Turning again to the land surface, every thousand acres of forest land could be made to yield each year two hundred deer as an addition to our present meat supply. If the entire forest area was so utilized more than seventy million deer could be provided annually. Elk or other game might be substituted, but in any case it would be an addition to our present meat total, for it would not be taking up much of the area now used for pasture purposes.

The income which can be derived from the very waste heaps of our present lumbering methods would yearly run far into the millions. Today these heaps of slashings and scrap stuff are even more than waste, they are a positive source of danger to the standing timber. Left lying dry on the ground the spark or the carelessly thrown match all too often ignites them

and a blackened hillside tells the tale of loss from fire. From them could be obtained immense quantities of alcohol, oxalic acid, acetic acid, and creosote. The chestnut refuse alone would double our output of tannic acid. Out of the waste heaps of the pine lumber-camps of the South every year we could obtain $35,000,000 worth of turpentine; and the pulp-wood supply of our country could be multiplied sixfold from

the other lumber waste.

At present the United States government owns 250,000 square miles of forest reserve land, while 15,000 more square miles are occupied by the various state reserves. Let us begin at once to really work these holdings so as to get all out of them we properly can, and in almost no time they will be not only self-supporting but revenue producers as well. The present force, however, at work upon them is but a very small fraction of the quota required to do the work completely. Here we could find places for every arrested case of tuberculosis in the United States.

All over these forest holdings should be established little colonies and settlements where we could place our tuberculosis cases strong enough for work, and here they might begin anew the battle of life. No longer dependents, they would be once more men among men, again adding their quota to the productive forces of the nation. More than this, they would not

eventually be needed in the nurseries alone. Very much of this work could be done by our arrested cases and women as well as men might find employment here.

A good many of our cases would be able also to do patrol work, looking out for forest fires, and other of the lighter duties of a forest watchman. As the ex-patients gained strength they could join in the work of road-making and the clearing out of forest trails, and keeping open of fire lanes. Then there would be lighter work in the handling of brush heaps and faggot-making, which many of them could do. Basket-weaving and the manufacturing of many bark articles might be largely left to the women, and on them would also fall the various household and domestic duties of the colony life.

This plan for the combined conservation of man and timber may seem visionary and far away today, but it is a very feasible and very practicable one, and some day it surely will be done.

We are learning more and more that we cannot live for ourselves alone; that we are responsible before God and man for our brother's well-being, both physical and moral. All the great leaders of mankind have cared for the bodies as well as the souls of those around them.

Instead of turning the poor victims of the dread disease, tuberculosis, back to the old, bad living and working conditions, back to the sweatshops and the reeking city courts and alleys, we will turn them out into the pure sunshine and fresh air, under the swinging boughs of the forest.

In 1905 out of every hundred thousand people in the United States 166.7 died from tuberculosis of the lungs, and in 1913 the mortality had fallen to 127.7 per hundred thousand. One by one the disease problems of the ages have been met and solved. In the Middle Ages leprosy was very prevalent all over western Europe, today is has vanished, as the morning mist before the summer's sun. For centuries smallpox was an almost inconceivable curse to mankind; today it has practically disappeared from among us. So, too, it will be with tuberculosis; it will surely be wiped out. Already in the United States the wave of its invasion has reached the high-water mark, and its tide of destruction has turned and started to ebb. We may not live to see the day when the final victory will be won, but it will come just the same. It must not be forgotten that we in our brief human lives have but a short time-scale to measure with, a year for us is but a week or a day in the life history of a nation or a great movement. None the less it is true that all things follow certain fixed laws. They have their time of growth and development, they reach their noonday vigor and then the slowly setting sun casts its long shadows across them and they pass away forever.

Tuberculosis must go. The hour will strike on the timepiece of eternity when it will yield to the forces being brought to bear against it. At some future date the historian of medical progress will write of it, as one of the great physical evils that have formerly scourged the human race.

Mr. Karlik at present labors five hours per day cutting windfall timber into cordwood with a crosscut saw. He is proud of the fact that he can hold his own with an honor man from the prison, who is sturdy and has never been ill a day in his life, and who works with him at the other end of the saw. The work may appear heavy for a convalescent, but Mr. Karlik has worked up to this point gradually. His temperature and pulse are always normal and he is heavier in weight than he has ever been before. We have other cases that are doing equally well.-F. A. REICH, Superintendent of State Camp for Convalescents, Tomahawk Lake.]

The book entitled "T. B.," which was written by Thomas Crawford Galbreath, has become a progenitor. The offspring does not exactly resemble the parent in style, but its purpose is the same. The book was written that the public might profit by the errors of one who has had experience with tuberculosis. For a like reason, this story is dedicated.

Five years ago I was stricken with a bad cold which clung to me as English ivy clings to the stone wall. Not being used to parasites, I visited a doctor who after a thorough examination pronounced my case merely an infection of the bronchial tubes. As the doctor did not object to my daily occupation, I continued to labor under the difficulties which a man who has had an over dose of alcoholic stimulants experiences "the morning after the night before."

Another visit to the doctor was necessary. This time, however, the stethoscope was more in evidence than at the previous examination. The gravity of the professional face informed me that the octopus-that is, the infection-had strengthened its hold. I was kept in ignorance of my true condition, which proved to be the "con," while my father and mother were notified. The home cure was advocated, but what constituted this treatment the doctor did not state. Using the gifts that God gave me, I floundered blindly in the darkness, trying to lead a sedentary life. My diet consisted of highly nitrogenous foods with an over-supply of patent medicine at regular intervals during the day. This daily routine continued for a year and a half, during which time no clinical thermometer was in evidence.

Health, like molasses in January, was slow in coming, for upon returning to work I found my old friend, Mr. Octopus, who greeted me with open arms, a sign which to the professional detective meant danger. Shortly after our meeting, the parasite went into mutiny, which was disastrous for me. The rebellion was beyond *Reprinted by permission from the Wisconsin Crusader March, 1916.

the control of anyone except the specialist. In fact, I, like Mr. Galbreath, was a shipwrecked sailor. I found myself near death's door where the sanatorium doctors and the devil were playing the game of life and death, but the doctors held the winning cards. In other words, after returning to my daily occupation, I had a relapse which placed me in bed and ultimately in a sanatorium, a place where I should have been two years previous.

From now on I was in the sunlight, for I received instructions as to the best-known methods of taking the cure. By "the cure" I mean the correct way to rest, the proper amount of exercise, the sanitary disposal of sputum-a thing which was neglected at home-and all the other precautions which go to make up the sanatorium treatment. Here one finds that alcoholic stimulants and patent medicines are not advocated. Had my home doctor adhered to this rule I would not have been the victim of mistaken methods. Indeed, I believe that a tuberculous patient should shun all advertised drugs which offer a cure for the "White Plague" as one does a serpent that glides noiselessly beside the road. The exhilarating effect of the poison is only temporary and the patient finds himself further down the life stream which is short at the longest.

In eighteen months the state doctors had worked wonders for me. The cough and expectoration were a thing of the past. In fact, the improvements were so rapid that the superintendent was delighted to dismiss me, an arrested case. One thing I lacked, however. That was physical strength which comes only through graded light labor.

A "T. B.," when returning to the business world, where the Almighty Dollar reigns supreme, finds that it is difficult to secure suitable occupation-work which affords a living and is satisfactory to the physical body. No more could an athlete carry off prizes at an Olympic game without perfect training than can a tuberculous convalescent begin work without a previous preparation.

For the benefit of the Wisconsin tuberculous convalescents, the State Legislature has enacted a law which establishes and provides for the maintenance of a camp in the forest reserve. The motto of the camp, "Graded Light Labor Permits Self Support," explains the conditions under which the individual is expected to train. Reforestation is the final object of the camp.

My old friend, the sanatorium superintendent, advocated this reforestration camp to me, and as a result of his careful direction, I am today making preparation for the future. So far have I progressed that I have no fear of the cross-cut saw and axe which Superintendent Reich of