o his work, Raymond said, "See there, Caleb;--there is a fine chimney
for you to burn out."

Caleb looked where Raymond pointed, and saw a very tall and large hollow
tree, or rather trunk of a tree,--for the top had long since decayed and
dropped away. There it stood, desolate, with a great hole in the side
near the bottom, and the bark hanging loosely about it all the way up to
the top. The boys always liked to find such hollow trees in the woods,
to build fires in; they called it "burning out a chimney."

"Now," said Raymond, "all you have got to do is to go to work while your
potatoes are roasting, and fill up that old hollow tree at the bottom
with sticks and brush, and old pieces of bark. Pack them in close; then,
when I come to dinner, I will help you to light it."

Raymond then went back to the fence, and Caleb began his work as Raymond
had directed. He got all the dried branches that he could find, and
carried them to the foot of the tree. Others he sawed; and he packed
all the pieces in the hollow of the tree as closely as he could.

By this time Caleb saw Raymond coming along towards the camp, and he
went there to meet him. They raked open the fire, and took out the
potatoes. Raymond turned a stone upon its edge, towards the fire, so as
to keep them warm. He also cut some square pieces of birch bark from a
neighbouring tree, for plates, and gave one to Caleb, and took one
himself, and then they both sat down upon a smooth log which Raymond
drew up to the fire, and took their birch bark plates in their lap.

Raymond took a little paper of salt out of his pocket, and poured the
salt out upon another square piece of birch bark, which he placed upon a
stone between himself and Caleb, so that both could reach it.

"What shall I do for a spoon?" said Caleb.

"O, you don't need a spoon," said Raymond; and he took up a potatoe
himself, broke it in two, sprinkled some salt upon it, and began to eat
it as a boy would eat an apple.

"O, I can't eat my potatoes so," said Caleb.

"Why not," said Raymond, putting a little more salt upon his own
potatoe.

"It is too hot," said Caleb.

"Then you must wait until it cools."

"But I want a spoon very much," said Caleb.

"Well," said Raymond, "I will make you one."

So Raymond took out his knife and cut off a piece from a dry pine
branch, which lay near him. He split this so as to get a flat piece out
of it, which he fashioned into a rude sort of spoon, that answe