Evidently a whimsical fancy had pleased itself in the construction.

It was an attempt to realize something of medieval form in logs.

There were buttresses and antique windows, and by an ingenious transformation the chimney, usually such a disfigurement to a log-house, was made to look like a round donjon keep.

But it was strangely composite, and I am afraid Mr.Ruskin would have considered it somewhat confused; for while it looked like a rude castle to those who approached it from the hills, it looked like something very different to those who approached the front, for upon that side was a portico with massive Doric columns, which were nothing more nor less than maple logs.
Andrew maintained that the natural form of the trunk of a tree was the ideal and perfect form of a pillar.
To this picturesque structure, half castle, half cabin, with hints of church and temple, came August Wehle on Saturday evening.

He did not go round to the portico and knock at the front-door as a stranger would have done, but in behind the donjon chimney he pulled an alarm-cord.
Immediately the head of Andrew Anderson was thrust out of a Gothic hole--you could not call it a window.