. Through the wilds; a record of sport and adventure in the forests of New Hampshire and Maine . would trade. The trout were accordinglyplaced in the bottom of the wagon, and covered up, and Georgepassed the boys fifty cents each, and their eyes opened like fullmoons as they turned the silver over in their hands. Youve made them little chaps happy, said the driver, chirrupingto his horses, and starting them along. Im glad of it, returned George. They dont look as if theyhad much money to spend. They never had so much before in their lives, declared the driverconfidently. Theyre brothers, you k
. Through the wilds; a record of sport and adventure in the forests of New Hampshire and Maine . would trade. The trout were accordinglyplaced in the bottom of the wagon, and covered up, and Georgepassed the boys fifty cents each, and their eyes opened like fullmoons as they turned the silver over in their hands. Youve made them little chaps happy, said the driver, chirrupingto his horses, and starting them along. Im glad of it, returned George. They dont look as if theyhad much money to spend. They never had so much before in their lives, declared the driverconfidently. Theyre brothers, you know, and their father is a regularout-and-out guzzler, and spends every cent he can earn for hope the boys will give that money to their mother, for if the oldman finds theyve got it, hell take it away from them, and keep drunka week on it. Then I hope he will not get it, replied George with energy. So do I, blast his pictur! and the driver looked fierce, as ifthoughts of the drunken man awakened unpleasant memories. They passed through two small villages on the way, both of which. 128 THROUGH THE WILDS. clustered around mills, but the greater part of the distance the houseswere a long way apart, and when they were within two miles of theDix House they passed the last cottage. The driver informed themthat many of the farms along the route had been partially or whollycleared up within the last five years; and the numerous stumps stand-ing in most of the fields confirmed the drivers story. Do they cut much lumber around here? asked Dick of the driver,as he gazed on the thick forests which covered many of the mountainsto their summits. Wall, no, not much. But over on the Connecticut, I tell yerthey put in a raft of it last spring; there was a hundred million wentdown that river, and all owned by the Connecticut River LumberCompany. What a pile of logs that must have been ! Yes, returned the driver, that was a grist of logs. But 1didnt mean there was a hundred million log
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