The lazy populace of the western village, drowsing on the wide veranda of Brewster’s General Store on a warm June day, aroused themselves sufficiently from their dormancy to take note of another Iowa-license-bearing car drawing near from the forested outskirts of the settlement. They stirred perceptibly and, through slitted eyes, took stock of some more of them eastern college foresters, come to our parts for their summer\u27s vacation. Whether or no these first impressions were suited or acceptable, such was in part the scene as the 1932 participants of the Summer Forestry Camp swept down from the hills into Burney, California, and plunged into the wilds of the Shasta, forest beyond