CHRISTMAS AT SABBA DAY FALLS. 275 
forests are poorly paid. A dollar a day and 
board is what the French Canadian receives 
here. Board is called fifty cents a day, and the 
married workman with a houseful of children 
lives on that sum. We passed the home of a 
French Canadian known in the valley as Bum¬ 
blebee. The house is twelve feet long by ten 
feet deep. The ridgepole is twelve feet from 
the ground. The chimney is a piece of stove¬ 
pipe. The walls are made of boards, battened, 
and the roof is unshingled. Bumblebee has 
five children, the eldest being eight. His wife’s 
mind is affected. The standing timber, the 
mill, the lumber railway, and many of the dwel¬ 
lings and small farms belong to non-residents, 
whose only object is to shear the mountains, 
squeeze the laborers, and keep Congress from 
putting lumber on the free list. 
Not far beyond Bumblebee’s one-room house 
we entered the primeval forest. We were fol¬ 
lowing the trail through the snow made by us 
on Sunday. When a quarter of a mile in, we 
were surprised to find a bear track crossing our 
path at right angles. The huge brute had 
passed that way on Tuesday or Wednesday, 
judging by the condition of the snow. On 
reaching the spot where we had aroused a barred 
owl on Sunday, we hid under some small hem¬ 
locks, thereby getting a thorough sprinkling, 
