At McIndoes half of the five hundred men were dismissed, as their services were no longer needed in the more quiet stretches of water below. At Wells River large rafts were constructed for the transportation of the horses and provisions. These rafts were propelled by oars and long poles or sweeps.

Late in June the head of the drive would reach Mount Tom, nearly three months after the departure from the headwaters of the river. At Mount Tom the logs were held by enormous

booms until the saw mills were ready for them. The men were paid off after having been instructed when and where to report for the next year's drive. Certain trusted men were given the work of driving the horses back to the woods.

Thus ended a year's log-drive. Now, such an event is only a memory, but a cherished memory to those who love action on a big scale, and who admired in the rough men of the North certain qualities of daring, resourcefulness, and devotion to hard work.

P

EOPLE in New Hampshire will be glad to know of the book, "Poems of New Jersey" because it is the result of the planning and preparation of Eugene R. Musgrove, a New Hampshire man, some of whose own work has been published in "The Granite Monthly," and whose anthology of White Mountain Poetry is familiar to many. Mr. Musgrove is now Head of the Department of English in a high school in Newark, New Jersey, and has gathered for the people of that state a splendid collection of poetry.

There are nearly three hundred poems about nature, the Jersey shore, the Revolution, cities and towns, buildings and monuments, and heroes of war and peace. These subjects are dealt with by such well-known and loved poets as Bryant, Cooper, Irving, Longfellow, Lowell, Noyes, Van Dyke, Whitman, and Whittier. The contributions of Christopher Morley, Sara Teasdale,

Percy MacKaye, and Louis Untermeyer are interesting as comparisons with the work of the older poets, showing the new methods and subjects which poets are developing and using to express their visions. The romance and bravery of the State' history are glowingly told by the poets of the past, while the pride and hope of the present are the subjects of the younger writers. "Edison" by MacKaye, "The Engineer" by Christopher Morley, and "The Builders" by Berton Braley are products of the imaginations which see beauty, song, and poetry in what to many are sordid and material things.

In addition to the masterpieces of genius, there are the poems of many whose love for their State has produced a sincere and oftentimes beautiful tribute to her greatness. "Poems of New Jersey" would be a wise and interesting addition to any library. (The Gregg Publishing Co.)

ANOTHER smaller book of poems

has just been published whose particular interest to New Hampshire lies not alone in its author but in the subject itself. "Portsmouth and Other Poems" is the name of a volume of thirty-nine poems dedicated by Mr. Woodbury to the poets of Portsmouth, several of whom are honored individually by poems in the book.

"Portsmouth" is a long poem written. in vers libre, a method well-suited to. the thoughts and fancies of the poem, the idea of which is best summed up in the quotation, "For Spirits when they please can either sex assume or both." The "Other Poems" of the title are shorter. Out of the thirty-nine poems all but ten are sonnets, well-organized

and clear in thought. Following the dedication is a song of rejoicing pouring out the mirth and laughter of those who took part in Portsmouth's Tercentenary Celebration. The remainder of the poems sing either of the beauties of nature or recall wistfully "a lost antiquity" in such poems as "East India Trade," "Brown Study." "The Isle of Shoals," "April," and "The Sea Gull," while "Tut Auk h-Amen", "Musagetes," and others add charm by a variation of thought.

Those who have read some of these poems in The Granite Monthly will be glad to know that they may possess these and others in the more convenient form of a book.

(Press of Geo. H. Ellis Co.)

UR summer guests are leaving

us. Just at a time when the cooling air of autumn is sweeping the haze from the summits of our mountain peaks, leaving them sharp and blue and clear; when our hillsides are bursting into all the color of a spectrum; in short, just at the best and most beautiful time of the year, they are returning to the schools, offices and society of faraway cities.

As they greet old friends and mingle with business colleagues and associates they will doubtless exhibit their coats of tan, boast of the added, or subtracted pounds, (depending on the sex) and relate what New Hampshire has "done to them." It is improbable, however, that they will give any thought to what they have "done to New Hampshire."

Some of us who are by no means ancient in years can remember when the first "summer boarder" came to our town. We recall how the rumor spread about that there was a man staying down to Brown's who "didn't do any work nor nothin', just boarded." He became an object of great curiosity and no small concern, and many a good farmer scratched his head and surmised, "he must be rich to pay six dollars a week and not work."

Since that time an avalanche of summer boarders and summer residents has swept over New Hampshire, and few of us have realized the change they have wrought in the life of our state. He who says that the New England Yankee is slow to adopt new customs has been proven wrong, for our people have gone to unbelievable lengths in assimilating the culture, the attitude of mind, the graces and manners of our city guests. We are indebted to them for a great reawakening in the life and thought of our state. It was only the other day that a famous New York newspaper man residing for the summer near Campton, gave to one of our publications a most inspiring article upon New Hampshire

which has been copied in the press throughout the state. It was only last month that a famous surgeon from Baltimore, a guest at a summer hotel near Whitefield, performed a most delicate operation in the presence of several New Hampshire physicians. These contributions must have their effect but we are prone to fear that perhaps we have copied the vices as well as the virtues of our out-of-state friends.

Affectation ill becomes the New Hampshire Yankee and yet we see evidences of it on every hand. For example:-consider the matter of names. In the olden days a New Hampshire farmhouse was content to be simply home. Its unpainted clapboards and spacious barns were distinguishable only to those eyes to whom it had become endeared by long years of association. To-day since the advent of our great summer resorts the most essential thing about a New Hampshire farmhouse is a six syllable name. The house may be large or small, beautiful or ugly, a hundred years old or in the process of construction, but it must have a title. While traveling through the state we were impressed by the fact that our people had not shown the proverbial Yankee ingenuity in naming their homes. We counted fourteen "Buena Vistas", eleven "Fair Views," four "Pleasant Views," a half a dozen "Maplewoods", and then the whole "Inn" family, consisting of "Motor Inns" to the number of some half a hundred, "Walk Inn," "Euben Inn," "Weben Inn," and everything but "Stumble Inn." We even found a cafe in Portsmouth in which each table had a romantic name attached, while we notice that through the North country they are commencing to name their cemeteries with all kinds of appellations not all of which cause one to think of mortality.

This wholesale transformation of farms into summer resorts has not had

an entirely good effect upon the average New Hampshire citizen. Whereas in former times. our hillsides were thronging with herds of sheep and cattle and the New Hampshire farmer was wringing his existence from her rocky hills, the present day find him endeavoring to reap his year's harvest from his summer guests to live more or less as a parasite for the remaining seasons. The Yankee is not well adapted to be an innkeeper. His hospitality in the years gone by has been of a homely yet dignified nature which allowed him to keep his full measure of self respect and to welcome his guests with the Master's sentiment, "He who would be greatest among you, let him be the servant of all." The rather cringing service which he has to give to his commercial guests has robbed him of his sturdy independence. More than this, it has led to a certain petticoat government, for after all, the housewife reigns supreme in the culinary department, and consequently, wears the famous raiment usually attributed to the male in the summer hotel business. It was said of a famous steel magnate who had forced his way upward from a factory foreman, that when he began to manicure his nails he lost

his forcefulness of character. With this thought in mind, we recall some of the good New England farmers we have met this year, uncomfortable in their stiff collars and white linen, and ill at ease in their attempts to say "pumpkin” in place of the good old fashioned "punkin" and "isn't" instead of "aint."

The foregoing has been uttered in a more or less facetious strain but we honestly believe that although our summer guests are becoming more and more a part of New Hampshire, and a very welcome part, and although we owe them. much, it will be best for the real prosperity of our state if we strive to fill her with other industries than that of the summer resort, and to so develop our own institutions that our citizens shall not lose that natural poise which has for so many years been the greatness of New England. In Churchill's "Coniston" we recall one sentence which seems to portray the real citizen of New Hampshire:

"We shall leave them to their peace of mind...... ....those staunch old deacons and selectmen, who did their duty by their fellow citizens as they saw it and took no man's bidding."

"The writer has lived for fifteen years at McIndoes, about seventy-five miles from the source of the river, and saw, as a boy, gangs of river men pass through the town each spring. From these men, and from his own experiences the writer gathered the material for this article.

"The geographical details are from Bacon's History of the Connecticut Valley."

Professor A. W. Richardson is known as one of the highest authorities on matters pertaining to poultry in New Hampshire. He supplements his teaching at Durham with work on his own poultry farm and personal contact with poultrymen throughout the state.

Mr. Samuel Copp Worthen, Genealogist of the New Jersey Society, S. A. R., in this second part of his study of a New Hampshire hero, takes his Kensington Warrior into the days of the Revolution.

During the year which has passed, readers of the GRANITE MONTHLY have learned to remember with pleasure and anticipate with interest the articles which

have appeared from month to month under the initials "H. F. M." One had only to read the beautiful descriptions contained in "As the Road Unrolls," the fascinating portrayals of quaint old Dover and Portsmouth, and the penetrating analysis of our railroad situation. which drew the commendation of Mr. Storrow himself, to recognize the same style which marked the GRANITE MONTHLY'S interviews with New Hampshire's prominent citizens, and the same originality and whimsical humor which characterize "The Editor Stops to Talk." In other words, "H. F. M.” was the modest designation of the editor, who in the past year has won a great deal of admiration throughout the

state.

In this issue the GRANITE MONTHLY must bid a regretful farewell to “H. F. M.," but also a cordial welcome to Miss Helen F. McMillin who will continue as one of our contributors. She leaves New Hampshire to become a Publicity Director of Wellesley, taking with her the best wishes of all readers of the GRANITE MONTHLY. "The Sign of the Lucky Dog" is her contribution in this issue, and further articles will appear from time to time.

Coolidge, Pinchot, Coal, and

the Presidency

There is glory enough for both Mr. Coolidge and Mr. Pinchot in the settlement of the coal strike without either being jealous of the other. Two good men should agree to work together. And we expect these two will so agree, if outsiders will attend to their own business. The fact that Governor Pinchot was able to induce miners and operators each to give up something, and find a place of agreement does not entitle him to the nomination for president next fall.

-Journal Transcript, Franklin

The settlement of the coal strike makes Governor Pinchot of Pennsylvania more than ever a national figure. For a good many years, now, his name has been fairly familiar to the people of this country, but only a comparatively few have appraised justly his ability and his mettle...... . His entrance into the coal situation and his successful management of it are alike characteristic of the man.... Governor Pinchot thought, and rightly, that the impending coal strike, being largely a Pennsylvania proposition, came within the scope of his official duties. He communicated that feeling to President Coolidge and the latter promptly acquiesced; at once