He has been try' to sell eet for five year.

Eet is no good--rocks and rocks--and rocks.
They build eet there." "But what can they do on five acres?
Where will they get their lumber ?" The trapper shrugged his shoulders.
"Ba'teese on'y know what they tell heem." "But surely, there must be some mistake about it.

You say they are going to start sawing in a month, and that a bigger plant is going up.
Do you mean a complete outfit,--planers and all that sort of thing ?" "So!" Houston shook his head.
"For the life of me, I can't see it.

In the first place, I have the only timber around here with the exception of Medaine's land, and you say that she doesn't come into that until next year.

But they're going to start sawing at this new mill within a month.