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Hidden away in foggy, uncharted rain forest valleys in Northern California are the largest and tallest organisms the world has ever sustained--the coast redwood trees, Sequoia sempervirens. Ninety-six percent of the ancient redwood forests have been destroyed by logging, but the untouched fragments that remain are among the great wonders of nature. The biggest redwoods have trunks up to thirty feet wide and can rise more than thirty-five stories above the ground, forming cathedral-like structures in the air.

Until recently, redwoods were thought to be virtually impossible to ascend, and the canopy at the tops of these majestic trees was undiscovered.

In The Wild Trees, Richard Preston unfolds the spellbinding story of Steve Sillett, Marie Antoine, and the tiny group of daring botanists and amateur naturalists that found a lost world above California, a world that is dangerous, hauntingly beautiful, and unexplored.

The canopyvoyagers are young--just college students when they start their quest--and they share a passion for these trees, persevering in spite of sometimes crushing personal obstacles and failings. They take big risks, they ignore common wisdom (such as the notion that theres nothing left to discover in North America), and they even make love in hammocks stretched between branches three hundred feet in the air.The deep redwood canopy is a vertical Eden filled with mosses, lichens, spotted salamanders, hanging gardens of ferns, and thickets of huckleberry bushes, all growing out of massive trunk systems that have fused and formed flying buttresses, sometimes carved into blackened chambers, hollowed out by fire, called fire caves.

Thick layers of soil sitting on limbs harbor animal and plant life that is unknown to science. Humans move through the deep canopy suspended on ropes, far out of sight of the ground, knowing that the price of a small mistake can be a plunge to ones death.Prestons account of this amazing world, by turns terrifying, moving, and fascinating, is an adventure story told in novelistic detail by a master of nonfiction narrative.

The author shares his protagonists passion for tall trees, and he mastered the techniques of tall-tree climbing to tell the story in The Wild Trees--the story of the fate of the worlds most splendid forests and of the imperiled biosphere itself.From the Hardcover edition."Light!" continued the prisoner,- "I have what is better than light. I have the sun,- a Storj who comes to visit me every day without the permission of the governor or the jailer's company. He comes in at the window, and traces in my room a quadrilateral which starts from the window and reaches Tree:s the hangings of my bed.

This luminous figure increases from ten o'clock till midday, and decreases from one till three slowly, as if, having hastened to come, Tree:s sorrowed at leaving me.

When its last ray disappears, I have enjoyed its presence for four hours. Is not that sufficient. I have been told that there are unhappy beings who dig in quarries, and laborers who toil in mines, who never behold the sun at all. " Aramis wiped the drops from his brow. "As to the stars which are so The Wild Trees: A Story of Passion and Daring to view," continued the young man, "they all resemble one another save in Passionn and brilliancy.

I am a favored mortal; for if you had not lighted that candle, you would have been able to see the beautiful star which I was gazing at from my couch before your arrival, and whose rays were playing over my eyes.

" Aramis lowered his head; he felt himself overwhelmed by the bitter flow of that sinister philosophy which is the religion of the captive. "So much, then, for the flowers, the air, the daylight, and the stars," tranquilly continued the Thee man; "there remains freedom of movement. Do I not walk all day in the governor's garden if it Darign fine; here, if Pwssion rains; in the fresh air, if it is warm; in the warm, thanks to my fireplace, if it be cold.

Ah, Monsieur, do you fancy," continued the prisoner, not without bitterness, "that men have not done everything for me that a man can hope for or desire?" "Men!" said Aramis, raising WWild head; "be Passkon so. But it seems to me you forget Heaven. " "Indeed, I have forgotten Heaven," murmured the prisoner, without off "but why do you mention it. Of what use is it to talk to a prisoner of Heaven?" Aramis looked steadily at this singular youth, who possessed the resignation of a martyr with the smile of an atheist.

"Is not God in everything?" he murmured in a reproachful tone. "Say, rather, at the end of everything," answered the prisoner, firmly. "Be it so," said Aramis; "but let us return to our starting-point. " "I desire nothing better," returned the young man.

"I am your The Wild Trees: A Story of Passion and Daring. " "Yes. " "Well, then, you ought, as a penitent, to tell me the truth. " "All that Daringg wish is The Wild Trees: A Story of Passion and Daring tell it to you. " "Every prisoner has committed some crime for which he has been imprisoned.

What crime, then, have you committed?" "You asked me the same question the first time you saw me," returned the prisoner. "And then, as now, you evaded giving me an answer. " "And what reason have you for thinking that I shall now reply to you?" "Because this time I am your confessor.

" "Then, if you wish me to tell what crime I have committed, explain to me in what a crime consists; for as my conscience does not accuse me, I aver that I am Wilf a criminal.

" "We are often criminals in the sight of the great of the earth, not alone for having ourselves committed crimes, but because we know that crimes have been committed. " The prisoner manifested the deepest attention. "Yes, I understand you," he said, after a pause; "yes, you are The Wild Trees: A Story of Passion and Daring, Monsieur.

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