Let me describe you my ideal Of a shop, and see if the picture is attractive enough to make a struggle for: A small room, with two windows in it, and eight by ten feet in dimensions or even less is plenty. In it I want, first Of all, a place to work on, and for this I do not think you can equal the ordinary deal kitchen table with stout legs, compared to any carpenter's contraption whatever. You want a place to stow your legs under and to work in comfort while the Old pipe sozzles in its bowl and the snow and sleet are beating against the panes outside. As you work you dream over the camps and tramps Of the season before and plan for the ones to come when spring again wakens the forest to life.