a warm welcome, speaking with ease in a clear, pleasant voice that gave one the im- pression that she could sing.

The cabin had undergone a marked change. It was a different place. A lean— to had added a large bedroom to the lower floor on the east and a kitchen to the back, and the windows had been enlarged and hung with cheap curtains. Bear skins and braided rag rugs covered sections of the clean new floor. There were a few unframed prints on the walls, between the heads and skins that hung there; scalloped papers on the shelves of the dishes; a stiff paper shade over the tall lamp on the cloth—covered table; several wicker chairs; and most significant of all, there were books on a shelf beneath the stairs that had replaced the ladder to the loft. Everything about the room was spick and span, a cheery, well—kept inviting home.

Joe’s eyes sparkled and his frank pleasing face beamed when he said “This is my wife” and, turning to Sue, “This is my friend that comes for the huntin’. This is the man who took the pictures that caught you, and who likes our country so much he comes every yearY’

Sue had a fine supper awaiting us, which