Lost Farm Camp

Old man Avery hurried from the woods toward his camp, evidently excited. His daughter Swickey stood watching the black kitten Beelzebub play a clever but rather one-sided game w...

Lost Farm tract, with its small clearing, was situated in the northern timber lands, at the foot of Lost Lake. Below lay the gorge through which the river plunged and thundered,...

Fourteen of the fifteen men, who arrived at Avery's camp that afternoon, came into the woods because they had to. The fifteenth, David Ross, came because he wanted to. Ever sinc...

Avery's good eye closed suggestively and he grinned. Standing his rifle in the crotch of a cedar, he drew a plug of tobacco from his pocket and carefully shaved a pipeful from i...

With a soft rush of wings an owl dropped from the interior blackness of the midnight forest and settled on a stub thrust from a dead tree at the edge of the clearing.

David was awakened by the sound of chopping. He arose and dressed sleepily. After a brisk ablution at the river's edge he came up the hill, where he found Avery making firewood.

The wavering image of the overhanging forest was fading in the somnolent, foam-dappled eddies circling lazily past Lost Farm Camp when Jim Cameron's team, collars creaking and t...

September drifted imperceptibly into October, and even then there were days when coats were shed and sleeves rolled up as the noon sun burned down on the tawny gold and scarlet...

"She's to Jim's folks at Tramworth," replied Mrs. Cameron, wrapping the end of her apron round her hand and reaching into the oven. "Jim said it was about time she learned somet...

Indian Pete's death was the talk of Tramworth for a month. The "Sentinel" printed a vivid account of the tragedy, commenting on the Indian as having been a crack shot and emphas...

The dog had paid little attention to the lumberman during the three days he had been "resting up" at Lost Farm, as Ross and Avery had been in the cabin most of that time; but th...

With the June rains came the drive, thousand after thousand of glistening logs that weltered in the slow rise and fall of the lake, crowding, rolling, blundering against each ot...

Dear Davy:--Only a line to say how d'do, and tell you that things are booming here, especially in the office. The pater asks me to say that he, as chairman of a certain committe...

They passed Cameron's place without stopping, much to the disappointment of the good woman of that establishment, whose real fondness for David was hidden beneath the rough bark...

"Smoke! Smoke!" he called, as the white figure shot across the patch of light from the station doorway and vanished up the Tramworth road. Then he realized the futility of his r...

Shortly after David had left the offices of Bernard, White & Bascomb, Wallie Bascomb came down the broad steps of the Saturn Club, and stepped briskly into his big slate-colored...

"I think I shall come in the evening. It will be much cooler and more pleasant for him, Doctor. Yes, if you will, please. It's two o'clock now. About six o'clock. Thank you."

It was several days afterward, however, before David was able to go out. The reaction from the excitement of his home-coming left him contented with the quiet of the cool living...

Not until nearing the middle of September did the intense heat wavering over the hoof-marked asphalt of the streets give way to the refreshing coolness of the light breezes that...

Avery, muffled in winter clothing, his white beard powdered with snow, seemed to Miss Wilkins to embody in his huge proportions the spirit of the December storm that swept hissi...

In a swirling mist of powdered snow that all but obscured the sun, two figures appeared below the three cabins and moved over the unbroken white of the clearing toward Lost Lake...

Avery rather enjoyed having Smeaton at his camp. It gave him some one to talk to during the long weeks of winter and early spring that followed. "Red" sulked at first, but the o...

Ridges of honeycombed snow lay in the cold, sunless hollows of the woods, slowly melting as each succeeding noon brought milder weather. With the April rains the myriad inch-dee...

About six o'clock in the evening of the next day, when the boys at "Fifteen-Two" were finding room for their legs under the long pine tables spread with an imposing array of coo...

Joe Smeaton's regard for Swickey had been increased rather than diminished by her kindly but decisive answer to his suit. "If they ever was angels what wore blue dresses, she's...

Swickey climbed from the edge of the river to the woods above. Here she turned to look once more at the gorge, where the released waters, dotted here and there with stray logs,...

The rear of the drive had passed, leaving in its wake the blackened circle of the wangan fire, a few empty tin cans, one or two broken pike-poles, an old pair of shoes with calk...

Foot by foot the N. M. & Q. crowded through the summer forest, heralded by the roar of derrick engines, the clink and thud of spike-driving, the rattling crash of rock ballast d...

As each morning brought a crisper edge to the air and a crisper outline to the margin of the forest against sunrise and sunset, the Lost Farm folk grew restless, and this restle...

For weeks after the Lost Farm folk returned from the hunting that had ended so disastrously, Beelzebub wandered about the camp and the stable, poking his broad, sleek fighting-f...

The ruddy face of the sheriff was wreathed in benignant smiles as he sat in the office of the Tramworth House. Cameron was standing by the stove, his hands spread to the warmth....

Flitting whitethroats and chewinks shot in and out of the sun-patches of the May woods, and a hen-partridge stood stiffly on the end of a log, clucking to the young brood that s...