Non-fiction, these stories memorialize the author's long-standing love affair with the facts and artifacts of Maine's woods and rivers. They are reminiscent of Thoreau's The Maine Woods, though they are seldom philosophical--or even well-knit as stories. Smith Jigsaws each chapter out of bits and pieces from the lumber room of nostalgia. Humorously, the Maine twang appears in little diary excerpts: ""Pappy an Ed worked till dark again cuttin firewood in hardwood stand acrost dam...Crewill wind and now."" Subjects range from minor items such as Old-Come-and-Get-It, a frying pan the author bought in 1917 and still uses, to an expedition by Justice William O. Douglas. Throughout these stories is what Smith, in describing a log dam, refers to as ""the architecture of loneliness."" One story relates the life of a determined deep-woods hermit. When the old hermit's dog took to chasing deer , the hermit shot first his dog, then himself in atonement. This is a book for outdoorsmen indoors who may find themselves reaching for the Kleenex.
— Kirkus Review Issued: June 1, 1965
Non-fiction, these stories memorialize the author's long-standing love affair with the facts and artifacts of Maine's woods and rivers. They are reminiscent of Thoreau's The Maine Woods, though they are seldom philosophical--or even well-knit as stories. Smith Jigsaws each chapter out of bits and pieces from the lumber room of nostalgia. Humorously, the Maine twang appears in little diary excerpts: ""Pappy an Ed worked till dark again cuttin firewood in hardwood stand acrost dam...Crewill wind and now."" Subjects range from minor items such as Old-Come-and-Get-It, a frying pan the author bought in 1917 and still uses, to an expedition by Justice William O. Douglas. Throughout these stories is what Smith, in describing a log dam, refers to as ""the architecture of loneliness."" One story relates the life of a determined deep-woods hermit. When the old hermit's dog took to chasing deer , the hermit shot first his dog, then himself in atonement. This is a book for outdoorsmen indoors who may find themselves reaching for the Kleenex.
— Kirkus Review Issued: June 1, 1965