I spoke to the master of the house, whom I met outside, and he at once asked me to come in and sit down.  I found his father there and his mother, his wife, his brother, and two young children.  The wife, who was cooking, was a very pretty, pale young woman, who, however, could have circulated round her stove more conveniently had her crinoline been of less dimensions.  She bade me welcome very prettily, and went on with her cooking, talking the while, as though she were in the habit of entertaining guests in that way daily.  The old woman sat in a corner knitting—­as old women always do.  The old man lounged with a grandchild on his knee, and the master of the house threw himself on the floor while the other child crawled over him.  There was no stiffness or uneasiness in their manners, nor was there anything approaching to that republican roughness which so often operates upon a poor, well-intending Englishman like a slap on the cheek.  I sat there for about an hour, and when I had discussed with them English politics and the bearing of English politics upon the American war, they told me of their own affairs.  Food was very plenty, but life was very hard.  Take the year through, each man could not earn above half a dollar a day by cutting wood.  This, however, they owned, did not take up all their time.  Working on favorable wood on favorable days they could each earn two dollars a day; but these favorable circumstances did not come together very often.  They did not deal with the boats themselves, and the profits were eaten up by the middleman.  He, the middleman, had a good thing of it, because he could cheat the captains of the boats in the measurement of the wood.  The chopper was obliged to supply a genuine cord of logs—­true measure.  But the man who took it off in the barge to the steamer could so pack it that fifteen true cords would make twenty-two false cords.  “It cuts up into a fine trade, you see, sir,” said the young man, as he stroked back the little girl’s hair from her forehead.  “But the captains of course must find it out,” said I. This he acknowledged, but argued that the captains on this account insisted on buying the wood so much cheaper, and that the loss all came upon the chopper.  I tried to teach him that the remedy lay in his own hands, and the three men listened to me quite patiently while I explained to them how they should carry on their own trade.  But the young father had the last word.  “I guess we don’t get above the fifty cents a day any way.”  He knew at least where the shoe pinched him.  He was a handsome, manly, noble-looking fellow, tall and thin, with black hair and bright eyes.  But he had the hollow look about his jaws, and so had his wife, and so had his brother.  They all owned to fever and ague.  They had a touch of it most years, and sometimes pretty sharply.  “It was a coarse place to live in,” the old woman said, “but there was no one to meddle with them, and she guessed that it suited.”  They had books and newspapers, tidy delf, and clean glass upon their shelves, and undoubtedly provisions in plenty.  Whether fever and ague yearly, and cords of wood stretched from fifteen to twenty-two are more than a set-off for these good things, I will leave every one to decide according to his own taste.