12 PEACE RIVER JOE

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