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he is harnessed in again and they proceed on their journey. 
A fine road, the horse refreshed, they soon skip over the re- 
maining hills and valleys, arriving at the hunting camp long 
before noon. After dinner it is raining, so they employ the 
afternoon cleaning up and straightening out the camp. 
“Let it rain,” says’ Joe; **who cares. We ‘have aighr 
shingled roof over our heads, with.an air space of four inches 
above it, with another roof of split cedar above that again, 
which should keep us dry surely.” 
This way of roofing is beautifully cool in summer and just 
the daisy of a plan for snowy, icy winter. 
May 27th. They are up at four o’clock, have breakfast, and 
are quickly at work upon their garden, a small piece of land 
pretty thick with stumps, well decayed however. Uncle John, 
who came in with them to assist in cutting out the fallen trees 
from across the road, tarries with them until after dinner, 
and now takes hold to help them like the good fellow he is. 
They could hardly have accomplished the stumping part 
without his assistance, for which they heartily thanked him, 
voting him to be, as ever and always, one of the best of boys 
to them. 
Twelve o’clock, dinner over, Uncle John has just left with 
their horse for his home, out on the main road (out to the 
States the lumbermen would say), and now they step out to 
view their small garden, all finished, planted and watered, for 
it has been a warm, dry, breezy.morning and the soil is light. 
They hope to see the seeds sprouting before leaving for home 
again, and they gaze upon the small planted patch with much 
satisfaction, as it is something quite new for them to havea 
garden at the camp. A large part of potatoes, a patch of 
pole beans of the cranberry variety, half a dozen hills of 
