The forest ended abruptly on a high hill, and below, at their feet, wound the river.

Far down, working on a wharf that had been constructed of piles driven into the mud, was a Belgian detachment with German prisoners, and near the wharf rough sheds housed the cutting plant.

Where they stood was the head of a big slide, with back-up sides, and the forest giants, brought to the top from the place where they were felled, were levered over, to swish down in a cloud of dust to the waiting men beneath.
"Well, skipper, what about the firewood ?" asked Harold as they stood gazing.
"How much do you want ?" asked the O.C.

Forestry.
"Oh, well, what can you let me have?
You've got stacks of odd stuff about; surely you can spare a bit." "It's clean agin regulations, but could you send for it ?" "Rather! There's an A.S.C.camp below us, and the men there promised me a lorry if I'd share the spoils with them.

Will that do ?" "All right.