d the
forests. Thus Nature screened her intimacies from the impertinent eye of
a new order of things.

Thorpe welcomed the smell of the northland. He became almost eager,
explaining, indicating to the girl at his side.

"There is the Canada balsam," he cried. "Do you remember how I showed it
to you first? And yonder the spruce. How stuck up your teeth were when
you tried to chew the gum before it had been heated. Do you remember?
Look! Look there! It's a white pine! Isn't it a grand tree? It's the
finest tree in the forest, by my way of thinking, so tall, so straight,
so feathery, and so dignified. See, Hilda, look quick! There's an
old logging road all filled with raspberry vines. We'd find lots of
partridges there, and perhaps a bear. Wouldn't you just like to walk
down it about sunset?"

"Yes, Harry."

"I wonder what we're stopping for. Seems to me they are stopping at
every squirrel's trail. Oh, this must be Seney. Yes, it is. Queer little
place, isn't it? but sort of attractive. Good deal like our town. You
have never seen Carpenter, have you? Location's fine, anyway; and to
me it's sort of picturesque. You'll like Mrs. Hathaway. She's a buxom,
motherly woman who runs the boarding-house for eighty men, and still
finds time to mend my clothes for me. And you'll like Solly. Solly's the
tug captain, a mighty good fellow, true as a gun barrel. We'll have him
take us out, some still day. We'll be there in a few minutes now. See
the cranberry marshes. Sometimes there's a good deal of pine on little
islands scattered over it, but it's very hard to log, unless you get a
good winter. We had just such a proposition when I worked for Radway.
Oh, you'll like Radway, he's as good as gold. Helen!"

"Yes," replied his sister.

"I want you to know Radway. He's the man who gave me my start."

"All right, Harry," laughed Helen. "I'll meet anybody or anything from
bears to Indians."

"I know an Indian too--Geezigut, an Ojibwa--we called him Injin Charley.
He was my first friend in the north woods. He helped me get my timber.
This spring he killed a man--a good job, too--and is hiding now. I wish
I knew where he is. But we'll see him some day. He'll come back when the
thing blows over. See! See!"

"What?" they all asked, breathless.

"It's gone. Over beyond the hills there I caught a glimpse of Superior."

"You are ridiculous, Harry," protested Helen Thorpe laughingly. "I never
saw you so. You are a regular boy!"

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