14 WILD BROTHER 
awful kind-hearted woman. She’d look after 
anybody that was ailing. You know two of them 
children of hers is adopted. She took "em because 
their mother died and their father could n’t look 
after em.” 
That afternoon we had no further trouble about 
meeting teams. There were plenty of turnouts all 
along the road. From this district the logs were 
being hauled down to the frozen surface of a lake, 
and the sleds were going and coming at all times of 
the day. We could hear the clang of the big bells 
before the teams came in sight, and always had 
time to haul into a turnout so that they could 
pass us. 
For a mile or more before we reached the lake, 
our way led through a dense cedar swamp, and 
here in the thick growth deer, yarding for the win- 
ter, had tramped regular paths through the deep 
snow. The thicket provided them with shelter, 
while moss and bark and tender twigs of the young 
growth gave them food. As we drove along we 
counted five; they seemed not at all disturbed at 
our presence. 
A little farther we came to the lake, where the 
teamsters were unloading their logs, the booming 
of which we had heard long before we reached the 
shore. Hauling round the timber as it lay spread 
out over more than an acre, we headed for the 
