3 1 2 Trails to Woods and Waters 



boisterous wind in the treetops, gets a whole 

 lot of fun. 



I was always glad for these extra flows of 

 sap in our camp, for although it made back- 

 breaking work, I knew that each evening I 

 should see Ben's lantern come swinging down 

 the road, and a moment later I should hear 

 him shouting for me in the yard. 



There is so much mystery about a lantern 

 out of doors at night, and the shadows are so 

 fearful that the whole gives just the right 

 mixture of adventure. 



Arrived at the camp Ben would refill the 

 sap pan from the mighty storage hogsheads, 

 fill the arch with snapping pine and spruce 

 logs, and then spread blankets before the 

 cheerful blaze, and we were ready for the 

 winter camp fire stories. Of course Ben had 

 to fill his pipe and puff away solemnly for a 

 few moments before we were really off. 



" Did I ever tell you how it was that the 

 honey-bee got its sting? " he asked one night. 



" No," I replied, " please tell me." Ben 

 settled back against a log in a comfortable 



