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Aviiere all the cooking- is done. There are no more hos- 

 jii table set of men on eartli than the cooks in the woods of 

 ]\Iaine. As a stranger enters a 'Svangan" almost the first 

 word spoken is an invitation from the cook : ''Will you 

 liave a disli of beans and a cnp of tea?'' No one knows 



Rounding Log Wings — Hulling Machine. 



when a stranger enters a ''wangan" Avhere he comes from. 

 Possibly he has been lost in the woods and is in a starving- 

 condition. 



While we were in camp that night at Haskell Rock we 

 were informed by the Bangor Indian that the boss of the 

 rear of the drive was eating his snp])er in the ''wangan.'' 

 Onr experience with the average New York politician had 

 tanglit us that it was not a bad idea to get on the right 

 side of the ''man higher up." From the men along the line 



