AMONG THE FOOTHILLS 3 1 



ing up one hill and down the next, bring- 

 ing distant mist-covered foothills in view. 

 We reached the farm at last and after a 

 hearty supper turned in for the night, 

 while the wind roared about the house 

 and drove the rain in sheets against the 

 window panes. 



" The wintry west extends his blast. 

 And hail and rain does blaw; 

 Or, the stormy north sends driving forth 

 The blinding sleet and snaw." 



When we peered from our window be- 

 fore sunrise the wind was blowing half a 

 gale from the westward, driving rain across 

 the meadows of the valley and snow 

 higher up upon the hills, a far from pro- 

 mising sight. However, by half after 

 eight o'clock blue patches of sky appeared 

 overhead and the base of the distant foot- 

 hills became visible. An hour later, the 

 sky had almost cleared and we started out 

 across a small clearing and up a lumber 

 road, down which a small brook from the 

 hills above came tumbling over fallen logs 

 and stones. Halfway up the hillside we 

 reached a deserted lumber camp, an odd 

 affair built of logs and roofed with rough 

 boards, the chinks filled with grasses. We 



