Five Little Starrs in the Canadian Forest. Roy Lillian Elizabeth

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      "Me and you? Why, we are the Indians that hold up the wagon and shoot everyone," replied Don, trying to look savage.

      "Oh, dear, if we had only known this we could have worn our Indian suits that we left home," sighed Dot.

      "Never mind; I'll pin on this horse-blanket that's under the seat, and you can wrap this linen dust-coat about you," said Don, dragging the blanket out from its hiding place.

      "I won't look a bit like an Indian in that old coat. Can't you see another blanket with stripes on it?" asked Dot.

      "Not a blanket, but here's a plaid lap-cover," replied Don, as he spied the cotton cover under the blanket.

      "What are you children pulling from under that seat?" asked Mrs. Starr, who always watched the twins in fear and trembling.

      "We're jus' goin' to be Indians and wear these things," explained Don, carelessly.

      Meredith had been sitting with the driver of the cart for some time, hearing stories of life in the wilds, and Lavinia had been playing with Babs during the time the travelling was bad, when the wagons went slowly.

      This was Don's opportunity.

      Dot and he managed to get out of the back of the carry-all unnoticed.

      They hid behind some bushes and as the leaders came opposite, Don jumped out and shouted, dancing about and waving a club over his head. Dot followed her brother's example, and both pranced and shrieked such blood-curdling yells that Mrs. Starr almost fainted while Mrs. Latimer hurriedly leaned out of the wagon to see who had been run over.

      The horses merely jumped at the unexpected apparitions, then kept plodding up the hill. Don and Dot clambered up the steps of the carry-all trying to mimic the real scalpers, but Mrs. Starr caught each one by an arm and bade them sit down and not get out again without her permission.

      Meredith had witnessed the whole performance from the cart and laughed teasingly at the climax of the raid.

      The journey took two days; the first day, at five o'clock, Mr. Latimer called a halt for camp. This part of the trip was great sport for the children for they roamed about the woods while the men cut fir branches for beds, and watched the cook prepare a fine dinner out in the wilderness.

      The second day, about noon, the travellers reached the place selected for a permanent camp. Of course, everyone was deeply interested in the novel appearance of their winter home and, as soon as the twelve o'clock dinner was served, started in to investigate the quarters.

      The children trailed after the grownups, making their own observations of affairs.

      The bosses' cabins were among some magnificent trees, about one hundred yards from the main camp. They were rough little log huts large enough to hold four bunks, two on either side – a lower and an upper bunk – and a chest of drawers at the side opposite the door. An opening in the roof gave ventilation, and a small square window at each side of the chest of drawers gave light in the daytime. The only light to be had at night was from a candle, and heat, if the city folks needed any, must be had from oil heaters, several of which had been included in the outfit.

      The bunks of the crew were directly opposite the "bosses'" huts. A large cleared space lay between the two sections, and at one end stood the cook's quarters, with a long shed-like cabin in front of it to screen the kitchen from the company. This shed was dining-room, parlor, and general social center. At the fourth side, opposite the dining-room and kitchen, was a commodious office with three rooms. Here the clerical force worked, and the bosses planned and ordered the work of the company.

      This sort of life suited Don and Dot perfectly, and they peeped into every bunk, and hovered about the kitchen, with the satisfaction of having reached the great goal in life.

      "This bunk is for the children – Don and Dot, Venie and Babs," explained Mr. Starr, showing the bunks adjoining the hut which would be occupied by himself and wife.

      "Can't Dot and I have a hut all to ourselves?" asked Don, who hoped to have great fun in these little huts.

      "Not much!" laughed Mr. Starr. "I doubt if Venie can keep you two in order, but we will try it."

      "Where's Mete going to live?" asked Dot eagerly.

      "Meredith and Paul will have bunks in the same hut with the foreman, and Elizabeth has a bunk partitioned off from her father and mother's half of a hut," replied Mrs. Starr.

      "Well, guess I'll have a look at my house," ventured Don, stepping into the log cabin which was to be his abode for a time.

      "Dot, look'a here! they don't have bed-springs in these bunks," whispered Don, lifting up a corner of a sweet smelling mattress.

      "And the mattress! What is it stuffed with?" exclaimed Dot.

      "Don't know, but it smells fine, don't it?" said Don.

      Meredith and Paul peeped in just then and seeing the two examining the beds, laughed.

      "You ought to see ours, if you think the company ought to provide you with Dutch feather-beds," said Paul.

      "What are yours?" Don asked.

      "Just balsam branches heaped up in the bunks; we spread a blanket over them at night and sink into peaceful dreams."

      "Then we want balsam branches, too," demanded Dot.

      "Why should we have these things if the other men have branches?" queried Don.

      "We'll ask Daddum next time we see him," said Meredith, as Paul and he continued on their way.

      "Dot, we'll just go over and take a look at those balsam beds. If we like them better, we will ask Mumzie to have ours changed. If ours is best, we won't say anything," whispered astute Don.

      They found Paul's bunk filled with balsam branches as he said, but they felt perfectly content with their nice soft mattresses after the balsam had been tested.

      Before any further matters of interest could be found, a deafening sound came from the cook's quarters. The twins ran out to the clearing to find the meaning of the noise, and saw one of the cook's helpers walking about banging a wooden potato-masher furiously upon the bottom of a brass pan. The echoes of the strokes could be heard coming from every direction in the forest.

      "What's that for?" asked Don, running over to Mose, the helper.

      "I'se callin' you-alls for dinner," grinned Mose.

      "Hey, Dot! come quick," called Don, turning to see if his sister was in sight. "It's dinner time, and Mose is ringin' the bell."

      Without further ado, Don went over to the shed and looked for his place at the long table. For once he was undecided. There were two long tables, and the places set were so exactly alike that Don was not sure where he was supposed to sit.

      "Where are all of the other men, Daddum?" asked Lavinia, seeing that only half of the men were present.

      "They have been cutting out rough roads from our timber to the river, and have taken their dinner in pails, as it is too far for them to come to camp and then return afterward," said Mr. Starr.

      "What river, Daddum?" asked Don, quickly.

      "The river down which the logs float СКАЧАТЬ