WONDERS OB' WOOD 
103 
Suppose you were Captain Jack Tar, and you had 
built a great schooner to sail across the sea. There she 
lies in the ship-yard, ready, all but her masts. There 
must be three of them, each a hundred feet high. Cap¬ 
tain Jack boards the train and he travels north, until one 
fine day he reaches the lumber camp. Brrrrr, but it is 
cold! Ten degrees below zero! The snow lies deep 
upon the ground, in the forest each tall pine wears a 
white and fluffy crown. 
“Come along, Jack Tar!” cry the woodsmen, and out 
from camp they all go, axe and saw in hand. 
“Ah!” says Jack, “Keep those three straightest pines 
for me!” And back he goes to sea, but the woodsmen’s 
work is only just begun. They have been in camp since 
early autumn, but no one grumbled when the snow came, 
because that made the rough logging roads smoother for 
heavy sled loads. They have hewn the branches from 
Jack’s masts now, and the three of them are ready to be 
hauled to the bank of a stream. But first the men troop 
back to camp for dinner; a good dinner it is, too, and 
they deserve it. Pierre, the big Canadian cook, is an 
important person in camp and knows that a man’s job 
cannot be done without plenty of good hot dinners. 
On Sundays the men can go in to the nearest town 
if they wish, but most of them stay in camp, resting and 
sleeping and telling yams. 
