ter whom he had not
seen since he was a little boy, closing the description with a vivid
account of the good things he would have to eat, and what he would cook
himself. It was always so--no matter what our conversation was about,
it sooner or later developed into a discussion of gastronomy.

In the evening Hubbard had me make out a list of the restaurants we
intended to visit when we got back to New York and take George to. I
have the list yet, but since my return I have never had the heart to go
near any of the places it mentions. From the talk about restaurants
Hubbard suddenly turned to lumber camps, asking George and me if we had
ever visited one. We replied that we had not, and wondered what had
brought lumber camps into his mind. We soon learned.

"You've missed something," he said. "We'll make it a point to call at
Sandy Calder's camp when we go back, and make him give us a feed of
pork and beans and molasses to sop our bread in. They're sure to have
them."

"Do they have cake and pie?" asked George.

"Yes, in unlimited quantities; and doughnuts, too--at least they used
to in the Michigan lumber camps I've visited."

"That sounds good," I remarked--"the pork and beans and molasses, best
of all. When I was a boy I was fond of bread and molasses--good, black
molasses--but I haven't eaten any since. I'd like to have a chance at
some now."

"So should I," said Hubbard; "I'd just roll my bread in it lumberjack
fashion."

"Do they have gingerbread in the camps?" asked George.

"Yes," said Hubbard; "gingerbread is always on the table."

"How do they make it?

"Well, I don't just know; but I'll tell you what, George--if you want
to know, I'll ask Mrs. Hubbard to show you when we get home, and I know
she'll be delighted to do it. She's the best cook I ever knew."

"Do you think she would mind?"

"Oh, no; she'd be very glad to do it. You must stop at our house for a
while before you go back to Missanabie, and she will teach you to cook
a good many things."

And so our conversation continued until we turned to our blankets and
sought the luxury of sleep, I to dream I was revelling in a stack of
gingerbread as high as a house that my sisters had baked to welcome me
home.

To our ever-increasing dismay, the northwest gale continued to blow
almost unceasingly during the next few days. Sometimes towards evening
the wind would moderate sufficiently to permit us to troll with
difficulty along the le