. The Ladies' home journal. ROCKWOOD FUU-FLAVORE0 BAKING ^CHOCOLATE. ROCKWOOD, MINT WAFERS IRE LADIES HOME JOll;\ VI 191 I (Continued from Page 189) o catch sparks. When they had worked forin hour or two, the men became conscioushat the fire was burning hotter. Less than anile away, down the slope, great flamespiraled skyward. Shes crowned! said one of them. Even from so far away, the fire was fright-ning to look at. One of the men spoke to the crew boss. Ilear this trail we come in by is the only wayip through the cliff. The crew boss was not a Ponderosa man,tut he knew something about rock f
. The Ladies' home journal. ROCKWOOD FUU-FLAVORE0 BAKING ^CHOCOLATE. ROCKWOOD, MINT WAFERS IRE LADIES HOME JOll;\ VI 191 I (Continued from Page 189) o catch sparks. When they had worked forin hour or two, the men became conscioushat the fire was burning hotter. Less than anile away, down the slope, great flamespiraled skyward. Shes crowned! said one of them. Even from so far away, the fire was fright-ning to look at. One of the men spoke to the crew boss. Ilear this trail we come in by is the only wayip through the cliff. The crew boss was not a Ponderosa man,tut he knew something about rock forma-ions, and this one did not look as if it would« unbroken and unscalable. That so? he: sked. Who said so? The man talking had really thought thathe crew boss himself had said so, but finding ■ hat this was not true, he called back alongthe line, Who said there was no other trailip here? Why, the ranger did! someone calledlack. The crew boss, who was not a ranger,I lough the men thought of him as one, as-ijmed that some Ponderosa ranger mustI ave said so. We
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