10 



WILD BROTHER 



snow. Presently we came to the logging road, and 

 leaving the main thoroughfare, pulled out to the 

 left. Following the road across an open field, we 

 were soon in the forest. 



The lane through the timber was so narrow that 

 frequently the ends of the whiffle-trees hit the tree- 

 trunks as we passed along. The inner wood on 

 many of the trees showed white where the bark 

 had been torn away by frequent scrapings. What 

 should we do when we met the lumber-haulers 

 bound out for the settlement ? 



I found myself listening constantly for the sound 

 of approaching bells, and not long had I to wait. 

 As we swung round a sharp turn, past a large 

 boulder that lay directly in our path, we saw, some 

 distance ahead, gliding smoothly down a gentle 

 incline, six heavily laden sleds. All came to a stand- 

 still on the level ground at the foot of the slope. 

 Little puffs of white mist rose intermittently on 

 the cold air, from the nostrils of the panting horses. 

 The foremost teamster left his stand on the "roll- 

 ing bar" in front of the logs and, whip in hand, 

 came running toward us. Trouble seemed im- 

 minent. 



"Hello, Fred," he shouted, in keen astonish- 

 ment. "Where in thunder are you aimin' for on 

 this road at this time o' day? Didn't yer know 

 this is a one-haul road ? What are you goin ' to 



