CHAPTER XVII 



Camp Fire Legends of the Wood Folks 



PROBABLY the most delightful of all the 

 camp fires beside which old Ben told stories, 

 while I listened with wide open eyes, was 

 that of the sugar bush on a March night. 



It really was not a camp fire at all, but the 

 wonderful blaze in the great arch, above 

 which the sap danced and steamed in the four- 

 barrel pan. 



Any boy who has not boiled sap on a March 

 night with old Ben or some other good com- 

 panion does not know what he has missed. 



When there has been a great flow of sap 

 and all the storage hogsheads in camp are full 

 to overflowing, then it is necessary to boil 

 night and day, to make room for the next 

 run, and here it is that the boy who is not 

 afraid of the dark, or the howling of the 



