HERE MAY BE NO PRISTINE swampland in the New Jersey Pine Barrens, but one morning in March, Emile DeVito stepped off a sand road in Brendan T. Byrne State Forest and into the closest thing: a shady stand of Atlantic white cedar trees, at least 140 years old, growing alongside a creek. They stood straight as needles in the mucky soil and formed a tight canopy overhead. Sunlight leaked into the understory as if through an attic window. Hopping
