The arch and shanty were repaired, the great iron kettle was scoured and lifted to its place, and then came the boiling.

It was a great, an inestimable privilege to sit on the robes of faded fur, in the shanty, and hear the fire roaring under the kettle and smell the sweet odour of the boiling sap.

Uncle Eb minded the shanty and the fire and the woods rang with his merry songs.

When I think of that phase of the sugaring, lam face to face with one of the greatest perils of my life.
My foster father had consented to let me spend a night with Uncle Eb in the shanty, and I was to sleep on the robes, where he would be beside me when he was not tending the fire.

It had been a mild, bright day, and David came up with our supper at sunset.