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the woods or from the Indian village to load the boats waiting ^in at the ^slips docks. In the mornings the fires were banked, and the saloon filled up^with Indians. On the doorsteps, in the summer crossed out: evenings, men in shirt-sleeves smoked their pipes and discussed the day's cut while the children played on the boardwalk and crossed out: the fireflies haunted the dark fir trees. By eleven the last house ^lights went crossed out: dark, ^the last ? of ? was finished and only the bells could be heard, as the cows cropped the dewy grass in the door-yards.

Life in that small and isolated lumbering village seemed very homelike and ^yet still full of interest and adventure. It was wonderful to go up in the woods on the logging train, standing in the cab of the engine beside the engineer or sitting up in the look-out of the caboose or even dangling your legs from the flatcars. Wonderful to visit one of the camps at the lunch house and see the loggers eating tremendous hunks of pork and bread, and tin plates of baked beans and cups