Over to the Indian camp.

Uncle George sat in the stern of the camp rowboat.

All the old women in the camp had been helping her.

Dick Boulton came from the Indian camp to cut up logs for Nick’s father.

The young Indian shoved the camp boat off and got in to row Uncle George.

“If you think the logs are stolen, leave them alone and take your tools back to the camp,” the doctor said.

“Those must boil,” he said, and began to scrub his hands in the basin of hot water with a cake of soap he had brought from the camp.

Nick’s father always assumed that this was what would happen, and hired the Indians to come down from the camp and cut the logs up with the crosscut saw and split them with a wedge to make cord wood and chunks for the open fireplace.