At first we could see nothing but steam, which filled the whole place and sent us out every few moments for fresh air until we became used to it.  All the time we could hear the boiling of sap and the roaring of the fire. Presently we could distinguish the place where the sap boiled; it was a long low brick oven which extended all along one side; on top was a long tin box-like affair about a foot deep.  It was divided was divided into fifteen sections, each section of which had a hole at one end leading into the next sec­tion. The sap flowed from the large tank outside to a large square tin box at the head of the furnace, from there thru a pipe to the first section. From here as it boiled up, it flowed on to the next and soon to the last, where it was syrup. At the end of this last section was a spigot to let out the syrup.
     Presently the “watcher” scooped out some syrup and gave it to me to cool, and when it had cooled sufficiently, we drank it. It certainly was good and rich; we had several helpings, but de­sisted for our stomach’s sake. As Tom didn’t come down and as we were tired of the camp, we decided to go up to the barn. As we walked past a little stream, we could see little silver-sided minnows darting