t matter, now," hurriedly said Don. "I haven't heard
your name yet, mister. My twin-sister's is Dot an' mine is Don."

"My name is Jim--Jim Akerman, all told, but just call me Jim. An' now
I'll introduce you to the crew if you like," said the man, smiling at
the twins. "This man is fireman on the engine and his name is Pete. We
call him Pete on account of his job of piling peat on the fire."

"Do you use peat? Why, I thought you burned wood," said Don.

"We do up here, but down in Carolina we used a lot of bog-peat, 'cause
it's so hot a fire," explained Jim; then continued:

"Here's Bill, the tackle man; an' Jake, the swing-man; Ben and Johnny,
there, are hook-men. Then there's Alf, Jerry, and Mack, who have charge
of the cables."

Just as the introductions were over, Mr. Starr called from the front
door telling the children to come in and dress for supper.

CHAPTER II

A LUMBER CAMP IN WINTER

THE boss of the machinery crew came by the morning train and the next
day the entire party were ready to start on their way.

The men rode, while the women and children sat in a comfortable
carry-all drawn by four horses. The baggage and extra camp outfits were
packed in a cart drawn by two mules.

"Jus' like a picture of folks going west in the gold-fever time,"
ventured Don, looking ahead at the escort and behind at the cart and a
few riders.

"Let's play we are pioneers, shall we?" cried Dot, always ready for an
exciting adventure.

"And Mete can be the pioneer and Venie his wife. Babs will be their only
child," explained Don.

"Then who are we?" asked Dot.

"Me and you? Why, we are the Indians that hold up the wagon and shoot
everyone," replied Don, trying to look savage.

"Oh, dear, if we had only known this we could have worn our Indian suits
that we left home," sighed Dot.

"Never mind; I'll pin on this horse-blanket that's under the seat, and
you can wrap this linen dust-coat about you," said Don, dragging the
blanket out from its hiding place.

"I won't look a bit like an Indian in that old coat. Can't you see
another blanket with stripes on it?" asked Dot.

"Not a blanket, but here's a plaid lap-cover," replied Don, as he spied
the cotton cover under the blanket.

"What are you children pulling from under that seat?" asked Mrs. Starr,
who always watched the twins in fear and trembling.

"We're jus' goin' to be Indians and wear these things," explained Don,
carelessly.

Meredith had be