36 ON THE BIRDS' HIGHWAY 



learned to our regret that the Canada jay, 

 during the thaw about a week before, had 

 disappeared, probably going back farther 

 into the woods toward Lake Umbagog. 

 We remained at this camp but a few 

 minutes and then retraced our steps to 

 another, farther back down the gorge, 

 owned by our guide. This camp proved 

 to be a smaller one, consisting of three 

 log huts, a stable, out-h®use, and bunk 

 and cook room. Only three of the 

 lumbermen had returned from their Christ- 

 mas vacation. The dinner we partook 

 of there, was the only thing I do not care 

 to remember about my Shelburne trip. 

 Darkness pervaded the room, but I re- 

 member seeing the following articles of 

 food, of which I ate most sparingly : 

 wretched beef, black potatoes, leaden bis- 

 cuit, and molasses, all served in dirty tin 

 dishes in the most uninviting manner. 

 I felt relieved on leaving this camp, and 

 wished its occupants joy during the com- 

 ing winter. I inwardly felt that for me 

 to. remain there meant starvation. 



After regaining the logging road our 

 guide left us to return to the farm by the 

 quickest route, and we sauntered along 



