years. Of course we wouldn’t mix up with him if he hadn’t robbed the company in some way. I tell you, Stan, it’s going to be exciting before we return. We’re to push right through to Kennebago river and outfit there. The company has wangans all up through, even beyond Parmachena lake and east along the Dead river.”
“The company has what there?” asked Stanley, looking much puzzled.
“Wangans, Mister Malcolm. A Wangan is a store-house, where they keep the equipment. You can git blankets, blue and red shirts, trousers, heavy woolen cloth coats called Mackinaws—they look like a hoss~blanket and have a belt, made in colors that are very giddy—and then there are pontiacs, or single breasted woolen coats. Then there is tobacco and liniment. You never see so much tobacco and liniment as is used in the woods. The loggers are strong on both. Then there are mittens, leggings; in short, everything a man would need in the woods.”
“That’s where I want to go,” repeated Stanley, his very eyes wistful. “I can’t learn anything piling lumber.”
“No?” sweetly said Bub. “Let’s see; you’ve been handling spruce. Do you know how many
