cook-house-end

Updated: August 18, 2026

Stella had overtaken her work and snared a fleeting hour of idleness in mid-afternoon of a hot day in early August. Under a branchy alder at the cook-house-end she piled all the pillows she could commandeer in their quarters and curled herself upon them at grateful ease.

Bertrand W. Sinclair - Big Timber: A Story of the Northwest