30 A SPO-RTSMAN'S EDEN. 



miles on miles of timber-yards, piled high with 

 planks and boarding ready for export. It is 

 wonderful, standing beside the falls, to see the 

 logs come 'shooting down the slides prepared for 

 them. Up stream you get a glimpse of heavy 

 waters gliding on to the brink of that caldron 

 into which they eventually rush, waters gliding 

 down from distant woods, whose fringes of birch 

 and maple you can just see : down stream the 

 spires and buttresses of Parliament Buildings, from 

 their overhanging cliff, are mirrored in the waters. 

 On one side the bridge on which you stand are 

 the falls, on the other the saw-mills. At the 

 foot of each mill is a pool, into which one after 

 another the logs come swimming down, after their 

 many weeks' journey through wood and waste. 

 Standing there waiting for them are two or three 

 men with big gaffs in their hands. Selecting a 

 log, they strike their gaffs into, it, drag it to the 

 foot of a little ladder, attach a hook to it, a wheel 

 grates and goes round, and the dead tree slides 

 up the ladder, passes through the jaws of certain 

 great steel instruments, and in three minutes is 

 ready cut and trimmed humdrum everyday 

 12 -inch boarding. A cent a foot for the pine 

 that has grown a hundred years in God's free air 

 and sunlight ; listened to the throbbing of the 

 breezes in its branches, to the roar of the falls 



