The lure of Piper's Glen

(Homer Steeves, Flora, Jim (on sled), with dogs)
THEODORE GOODRIDGE ROBERTS
A Pocket Copyright
GARDEN CITY NEW YORK GARDEN CITY PUBLISHING CO., INC. 1925
COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES AT THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, N. Y.
CONTENTS

The Lure of Piper's Glen
When the bottoms drop out of the logging-roads, the crews leave the camps about the headwaters of Racket River and return to their scattered homes, leaving the winter's cut on the brows. A few weeks later, when all the melted snow of the hills is rushing along the watercourses, lifting and bursting the rotted ice, and the piles of brown logs on the steep banks go rolling and thundering down into roaring waters, the more active and daring of the workers return to duty with the harassed timber. Now they wear well-greased boots instead of oily shoepacks and larrigans—boots with high tops strapped securely around the leg, and strong heels and thick soles. In the sole and heel of each boot are fixed fifty caulks or short steel spikes—a hundred teeth for every stream-driver to bite a foothold with into running logs.