“There’s now an understanding,” says Harvard ecologist David Foster, “that precolonial eastern America had an agriculturally-based, maize-dependent large population with permanent villages and cleared fields. True. But that’s not what we had up here.”
It is a delicious September morning in deeply wooded central Massachusetts, just below the New Hampshire border. Foster has paused in a stand of tall white pines, which just a century earlier was a tilled wheat field. In their shady understory, little hardwoods are sprouting— maddening, he says, to timbermen who came after New England farmers had departed for points southwest and who thought they had a ready-made pine plantation.
“They spent decades of frustration trying to get white pine to succeed itself. They didn’t get that when you cut down the forest, you expose a new forest that rooted in its shade. They never read Thoreau.”
This is the Harvard Forest outside the hamlet of Petersham, established as a timber research station in 1907 but now a laboratory for studying what happens to land after humans no longer use it. David Foster, its director, has managed to spend much of his career in nature, not classrooms: at 50, he looks 10 years younger—fit and lean, the hair falling across his forehead still dark. He bounds over a brook that was widened for irrigation by one of the four generations of the family who farmed here. The ash trees along its banks are pioneers of the reborn forest. Like white pine, they don’t regenerate well in their own shade, so in another century the small sugar maples beneath them will replace them. But this is already a forest by any definition: exhilarating smells, mushrooms popping through leaf litter, drops of green-gold sunlight, woodpeckers thrumming.
Even in the most industrialized part of a former farm, a forest resurges quickly here. A mossy millstone near a tumble of rocks that was once a chimney reveals where a farmer once ground hemlock and chestnut bark for tanning cowhides. The mill pond is now filled with dark sediment. Scattered firebricks, bits of metal and glass, are all that remain of the farmhouse. Its exposed cellar hole is a cushion of ferns. The stone walls that once separated open fields now thread between 100-foot conifers.
Over two centuries, European farmers and their descendants laid bare three-quarters of New England’s forests, including this one. Three centuries more, and tree trunks may again be as wide as the monsters that early New Englanders turned into ship beams and churches—oaks 10 feet across, sycamores twice as thick, and 250-foot white pines. The early colonists found untouched, huge trees in New England, says Foster, because, unlike other parts of precolonial North America, this cold corner of the continent was sparsely populated.
“Humans were here. But the evidence shows low-density subsistence hunting and gathering. This isn’t a landscape prone to burning. In all New England, there were maybe 25,000 people, not permanently in any one area. The postholes for structures are just two to four inches across. These hunter-gatherers could tear down and move a village overnight.”
Unlike the center of the continent, says Foster, where large sedentary Native American communities filled the lower Mississippi Valley, New England didn’t have corn until AD 1100. “The total accumulation of maize from New England archeological sites wouldn’t fill up a coffee cup.” Most settlements were in river valleys, where agriculture finally began, and on the coast, where maritime hunter-gatherers were sustained by immense stocks of herring, shad, clams, crabs, lobsters, and cod thick enough to catch by hand. Inland camps were mainly retreats from harsh coastal winters.
“The rest,” says Foster, “was forest.” It was a human-free wilderness, until Europeans named this land after their own ancestral home and proceeded to clear it. The timberlands the Pilgrims found were the ones that emerged in the aftermath of the last glaciers.
“Now we’re getting that vegetation back. All the major tree species are returning.”
So are animals. Some, like moose, have arrived on their own. Others, like beavers, were reintroduced and have taken off. In a world without humans to stop them, New England could return to what North America once looked like from Canada to northern Mexico: beaver dams spaced regularly on every stream, creating wetlands strung like fat pearls along their length, filled with ducks, muskrats, willets, and salamanders. One new addition to the ecosystem would be the coyote, currently trying to fill the empty wolf niche—though a new subspecies may be on the rise.