The bays straightened their backs, hung for a few moments on their tugs, for the load had frozen fast during the night, and then moved off at a smart trot, the bells solemnly booming out, and the sleighs creaking over the frosty snow.
"Man!" said Hughie, enthusiastically, "I wish I could draw logs all winter." "It's not too bad a job on a day like this," assented Billy Jack.

And indeed, any one might envy him the work on such a morning.

Over the treetops the rays of the sun were beginning to shoot their rosy darts up into the sky, and to flood the clearing with light that sparkled and shimmered upon the frost particles, glittering upon and glorifying snow and trees, and even the stumps and fences.

Around the clearing stood the forest, dark and still, except for the frost reports that now and then rang out like pistol shots.

To Hughie, the early morning invested the forest with a new beauty and a new wonder.