262 IN A LOG CAMP 



the monotony of the unbroken forest. My 

 host, however, who was there to meet me, 

 quickly led the way through an obscure and 

 rough path which brought us in a few min- 

 utes to the beautiful lake and beside it the 

 Log Camp. 



This was a sort of building new to me, 

 made of upright logs with the bark removed. 

 Inside I found the attractive mistress of the 

 house, a fine large living-room with a rousing 

 fire in the wide chimney, and sundry other 

 rooms beside and above it, and all nicely 

 furnished and arranged for living, for as 

 my guide said the day of beds of boughs, 

 cooking out of doors, sitting on logs, etc., 

 was past, even for a so-called camp. There 

 was no lack of comfortable beds and chairs, 

 in fact, the name seems to be the only thing 

 that clings to this unconventional retreat in 

 the woods. 



The partitions of the camp were of logs 

 like the outside, bare of plastering, and the 

 floors were simply thick boards, so a loud 

 word spoken within the walls was audible 

 in every part. One could n't quite hear a 

 neighbor change his mind, but almost every- 



