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How does he come to be here, slouched carelessly in repose or else erect at attenion, this dandy in the woods?  He is alone amongst the trees.  Obscured by them.  A solitary well-buffed young man.  A forester.  A Yalie.  This is the stuff, he must think.  Just me and these trees.  Ok, take that picture.