fe) WILD BROTHER 
snow. Presently we came to the logging road, and 
leaving the main thoroughfare, pulled out to the 
left. Following the road across an open field, we 
were soon in the forest. 
The lane through the timber was so narrow that 
frequently the ends of the whiffle-trees hit the tree- 
trunks as we passed along. The inner wood on 
many of the trees showed white where the bark 
had been torn away by frequent scrapings. What 
should we do when we met the lumber-haulers 
bound out for the settlement ? 
I found myself listening constantly for the sound 
of approaching bells, and not long had I to wait. 
As we swung round a sharp turn, past a large 
boulder that lay directly in our path, we saw, some | 
distance ahead, gliding smoothly down a gentle 
incline, six heavily laden sleds. All came to a stand- 
still on the level ground at the foot of the slope. 
Little puffs of white mist rose intermittently on 
the cold air, from the nostrils of the panting horses. 
The foremost teamster left his stand on the “roll- 
ing bar” in front of the logs and, whip in hand, 
came running toward us. Trouble seemed im- 
minent. 
“Hello, Fred,’ he shouted, in keen astonish- 
ment. “Where in thunder are you aimin’ for on 
this road at this time 0’ day? Didn’t yer know 
this is a one-haul road? What are you goin’ to 
