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Then I'm going 'way up Northwest. Is there anything doing in my line there?" "Not much," the Hudson Bay man answered him. "You may sell a few kegs along the railroad track, but as soon as you leave it you'll find no paint required. The settlers use logs or shiplap and leave them in the raw. The trip won't pay you." "Well, I'll see the country, and find out something about the coniferous gums."
A lake gleamed in a hollow, a slow creek wound across the foreground in a deep ravine, and here and there in the distance was an outlying farm. A row of houses followed the crest of the ravine, some built of small logs, and some of shiplap lumber which had cracked with exposure to the sun, but all having a neglected and poverty-stricken air.
After studying it for a time he sank into an attitude of concentrated thought. The stove crackled, its pipe glowing red, driving snow lashed the shiplap walls, and the wind moaned drearily about the house. Its occupant was, however, oblivious to his surroundings and sat very still in his chair, with pouches under his fixed eyes and his lips set tight.
I went to Ontario this summer and spent a month begging from people who have very little to spare. The response was generous I've a carload of shiplap lumber coming out; but you may understand how that adds to one's responsibility." "It's obvious. I suppose you know you're up against a strong opposition?" "That's true, unfortunately." The clergyman looked thoughtful.
Then I'm going way up North-West. Is there anything doing in my line there?" "Not much," said the Hudson's Bay man. "You may sell a few kegs along the railroad track, but as soon as you leave it you'll find no paint required. The settlers use logs or shiplap and leave them in the raw. The trip won't pay you." "Anyhow, I'll see the country and find out something about the coniferous gums."
The tin spoons and steel knives and forks harrowed her aesthetic sense without impairing her ability to satisfy hunger. They had the dining room to themselves. Through a single shiplap partition rose a rumble of masculine talk, where the logging crew loafed in their bunkhouse.
After studying it keenly, he sank into an attitude of concentrated thought. The stove crackled, its pipe glowing red; driving snow lashed the shiplap walls; and the wind moaned drearily about the house. Its occupant, however, was oblivious to his surroundings. He sat very still in his chair, with pouches under his fixed eyes and his lips set tight. He looked malignant and dangerous.
"For your daughter." Made it for his daughter. Will joined the chorus. He couldn't see the box, but he could hear it. "Took me some shiplap nice and dry. Made her tight. No cracks." "No sir." No way. It was four o'clock in the morning. Fluorescent lights cast a bluish glow over wooden booths, plastic covered stools, the grill, and a double doored refrigerator.
His house was rudely put together, shingle-roofed and walled with shiplap boards that gave out strong resinous odors. The joints were not tight and stinging draughts crept in. Deep snow lay about the camp and the frost was keen. "I can't venture to predict Kermode's movements," said the clergyman.
Some were built of small logs, and some of shiplap lumber which had cracked with exposure to the sun, but all had a neglected and poverty-stricken air. The land was poor and the settlement located too far from a market. With leaden thunderclouds hanging over it, the place looked as desolate as the sad-coloured waste.
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