154 Rhodora. [JUNE 
last we stumbled upon our long-sought Camp Kennedy, it was not 
without a feeling of surprise, to find it there, imbedded in the appa- 
rently unending forest. We were looking first for “ scrub ” perhaps; 
or a limit of trees ; something in the nature of a clearing. Yet, newly 
constructed from the unpealed spruce logs that grew on the spot, 
with low flat black roof, it seemed part of the forest itself and quite 
a normal growth there. A most artistic chimney upon one side of 
the structure, though made of green spruce bark in keeping with the 
rest, betrayed more clearly its artificial character; and the smoke 
arising therefrom gave promise of a fire, of comfort, and of dry clothes 
within ; an invitation we were not slow in accepting. The inside was 
much like the outside. It was a single room about twenty feet 
square, with flat roof about nine feet from the floor on one side, slop- 
ing to perhaps seven on the other. ‘The floor was made also of 
smaller logs, laid unhewn upon or just above the ground, like a cor- 
duroy road and about as level. There was a door about two feet 
wide in front, facing South, and opposite to a window with a glazed 
fixed sash about three feet square. 
On one side the logs were interrupted for a space in the middle, to 
take in the fireplace which was built outside and of stones, but the 
chimney itself was built down close to the fire of thick spruce bark; i 
and, though exciting our instant admiration as a work of art, became 
from day to day more inflammable and dangerous, and was, despite 
the humidity of the climate, several times on fire. Such construction 
would never have been approved by our Boston Inspector of buildings. 
Opposite the fireplace, in the corners, were two bunks raised perhaps 
four feet from the floor and built of small trunks or poles; and be- 
neath them, on the ground, two more bunks. The bedding was 
spruce twigs, imbricated. For furniture we had a table made of 
spruce bark, with sections of the logs for seats. I dare say that I 
have described too particularly a typical log cabin of the Maine 
woods, but it may be new to some of the readers of RHODORA, as it 
was to some of us. 
Except the glass sash, the roof was the only part of our house 
which was imported, and we had much trouble with it, though per- 
haps not for that reason. It was made of rolls of tarred paper 
slightly overlapped; and the pitch, but two feet in twenty, was so 
slight that frequently the rain trickled through into our sleeping nests 
and upon our dryers, instead of going off by the eaves as it shoul 
