Millinocket. About ten years ago
it was the center of industrial lumbering operations. As a matter of
fact, Garry, I believe that your father was interested in the timber
cutting of that place at that time. It is only four or five miles away
from the Canadian border, and about fifty miles to the south the States
of Maine and New Hampshire and the Dominion of Canada are joined
together. It is right about that point, also, that is, where the three
territories come together, that the National Forest Preserve begins;
that you know, without my telling you, is the movement recently started
by the Government for conservation of the timber lands of the State.
Eventually, every bit of forest land in the State will be under the
control of the government. That means that timber cruisers, appointed by
the government, will go on everybody's land, marking the trees that may
properly be cut. This will prevent ruthless timber owners from clean
cutting great tracts of land, and there will be a perpetual source of
new timber."

"As for the town of Hobart itself, I have been trying to think ever
since I heard from Augusta of some people that I knew there, but can't
seem to remember a single one. However, as soon as I get back home, I
will inquire from Silas Peabody and some of the other guides if they
remember any people in that section, and I can write you in care of the
postmaster at Hobart. However, I will warn you of this, that as I
remember it, it was a mighty tough town,--border towns nearly always
are,--for you get a good deal of the rougher element of both countries.
That doesn't mean, of course, that you won't find a few mighty nice
people up there, although I don't suppose your work will allow you to
make many friends. I am sorry that I can't tell you more about the
country, but I don't doubt that you will be able to take care of
yourselves as well there as you have in your first station. The only
thing I do hope is that you have seen the end of LeBlanc and his
friend."

The hour by this time had grown late, so the boys all hopped into bed.
Nate retired to his own room, promising to arouse them at an early hour,
so that they might get a good start for their new station.

CHAPTER V.

PHIL GETS A CLUE.

True to his word, old Nate woke the boys up almost with the dawn.
Hurrying into their clothes, they went into the dining-room, where a
sleepy waitress took their orders for a substantial breakfast. They
chatted merri