Can't you see that we must not let things get awry that way?
We must all pull together.

Tom is fearfully strong on that, and he is right, too, I suppose, although it is trying at times.
Now we begin to climb a bit here.

Then there are good stretches further along where we can hurry." But it seemed to her brother that the good stretches were rather fewer and shorter than the others, for the sun was overhead when they pulled up their horses, steaming and ready enough to halt, in a small clearing in the midst of a thick bit of forest.

The timber was for the main part of soft woods, poplar, yellow and black, cottonwood, and further up among hills spruce and red pine.

In the centre of the clearing stood a rough log cabin with a wide porch running around two sides.