wn trees, under-brushing, cutting the underwood, building log
huts, fencing, ploughing, and digging, road making--not as roads are
made in England, though, but with logs and planks--and building carts
and wagons, and bridges too; indeed, there were few things they did not
turn their hands to.

Now, with fifty pounds each in their pockets, over and above what they
had laid out in provisions and stores for the winter, they had come up
to take possession of forty acres apiece of freehold land, for part of
which they had paid, the rest was to be paid for by a certain sum each
year. They had to lead a rough life, but they did not mind that; they
knew what they were to expect. They did not fear the cold of winter;
for their log-houses would have thick walls, and they had large iron
stoves with flues, and plenty of fuel to be had for the trouble of
chopping. After the snow had fallen, the boys would chop enough in a
few days to last them all the winter, and pile it up in a great heap
near the house. They had plenty of clothing, and they had found the
climate, in summer or winter, as healthy as they would wish.

They were not long at breakfast, and did not give themselves much time
to rest, but up they were again, axes in hand, chopping away at the big
giant trees which came crashing quickly down one after the other before
their strokes.

STORY THREE, CHAPTER 2.

It seemed a difficult job to get rid of all the trunks now they were
down cumbering the earth, after enough were kept for the log-house, and
fencing, and firing. The only way was to burn them. It was done in
this manner: the largest tree in a group was felled first, and all round
were made to fall across it, others were put above it with handspikes.
The boughs and brush-wood were placed under and above it, till a huge
heap eight feet high was formed. A number of these heaps were made, and
when the day's work was done they were set on fire. It was a curious
sight at night to see them all blazing together, lighting up the dark
forest, and the faces of the men, and the huts, and those around them.
On the first night several new settlers came rushing over to Michael's
clearing to learn what was the matter, thinking the forest was on fire.
The men had indeed to take care that the flames did not spread to the
other trees. The stumps of course remained, and it would take six or
eight years before they would rot away. Michael had learned to make
potash out of