112 WIIKKE THE Sl'OKTSMAN LOVES TO LINCJEU, 



The banks of the river where we struck the loi;s was low, 

 the water buekinu,- far into the interior. There was a. (luar- 

 ter of a mile of h)i!,s between ns and Jlaskell Kock ; the 

 afternoon was waninii' away; there was no phice to canii) 

 tliere, and we wei*e siniidy beinj;' devoured by that atfection- 



Making a Carry Over Logs. 



ate little creature, the nios(iuito, wliicli seems to be (n'er in 

 evidence, Avhetlier you arc^ in the troi)ics, under the bamlxx) 

 tree, or in tlie Arctic Circle seeking u'old aloni> the Yukon. 

 After two hours of punchino- loos and ilraii^ino the canoes 

 over them we struck solid ground that led to Haskell Kock. 

 There are ahvays pitched at convenient distances along 

 the ri^er during a log drive two tents — one a large ''lean- 

 to/' for tlie men to sleep in, and the other a place to eat. 

 In the latter, called a "wangan," are the cook's (piarters, 



