They were from the mill where he had purchased his lumber, and numbered several neighbors besides, including Mike Conlin.

They came up the old "tote-road" by the river side, and a herd of buffaloes on a stampede could hardly have made more noise.

They were a rough, merry set, and Jim had all he could do to feed them.

Luckily, trout were in abundant supply, and they supped like kings, and slept on the ground.

The following day was one of the severest labor, but when it closed, the heaviest part of the timber had been brought and put up, and when the second day ended, all the timbers were in their place, including those which defined the outlines of Jim's "cupalo." When the frame was at last complete, the weary men retired to a convenient distance to look it over; and then they emphasized their approval of the structure by three rousing cheers.
"Be gorry, Jim, ye must make us a spache," said Mike Conlin.