Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1888-07-04
IN THE NORTH WOODS.
HOW THE TREES OF THE AplRon-
pAcKs ARE SENT TO THE MILL.

HOW THE TREES OF THE ADIRoN-
pAcks ARE SENT TO THE MILL.
Work OF the Loggers ON Little Black
Creek-A Vocation That Is Dangerous
at Times Cooks and Their Assistants.
Wages.
During the last week In April last spring
the snow disappeared from the greater
part of Little Black creek, and on April
% the drive began. On the morning OF
the 2Sth the creek was running bank full,
which meant depth of perhaps Q foot or
fifteen inches over the riffs. The mill
men and log drivers, to the number OF
forty. reached the ground early. While
the greater part of the drivers were dis
tributed along the stream to break the old
jams left when the water fell year ago,
one gang went to the dumps near the res
ervoir, and began to snake, as they said,
the logs into the running water. These
logs ioated along, lively spectacle, till
they reached the first riffs. Here they
bumped and rolled over the rocks till one
long spruce, driven by the weight of
water and logs behind, and directed by
CHANGING blow on q big boulder that reared
It's black head o fewinchesa above the water,
was hurled end on between two big trees
that stood close together ON the bank.
II shot ahead till half its length was
ashore and then the end caught among
the roots Of big'birch. It could neither
go further nor swing around with the
current, and in less time than 1t takes to
write it the logs behind were piled over
and around it and jam was formed. In
q few minutes 500 logs were lodged there.
A big, humpbacked man, dressed in an
old SLOUGH hat that was on the back Of
his head, q red shirt open over his chest,
brown trousers tucked into the tops of
long legged, red wooden socks, and pair
of shoes with spikes half an inch long,
came along. He gave one glance at the
jam, and then, dropping the can't hook he
had carried over his shoulder, went up
the stream and came back with an ak.
Then he gave nine blows on the up stream
side of the long spruce log just where it
rested against the tree on the bank. The
log broke, and the jam Of logs continued
rolling and humping along over the rift.
The logs that lodged along the edges of
the stream were allowed to remain. These
usually lay with the down stream end
further out in the water than the up
stream end. By Sunday night there was
scarce a rod of bank for twenty miles
where there was no log. Where jams had
been broken as many as a hundred logs
were piled along each bank of the rift
within space Of thirty feet. Sometimes
the logs would form piles of thirty or
forty on each bank, where they would lie
almost as if designedly dumped there by
the men one on top of the other, the pile
not being over two logs long. These
piles narrowed the stream until an active
man could easily jump over it, and the
water would rise up between the piles,
browning in the middle, and of double the
depth of what it was above or below this
partial dam. Thus what might be called
natural sluiceway, since 1t was not built
by man, was formed, and the logs, guided
by the opening sides of the sluiceway,
would go shooting through like arrows
The weather gradually grew colder, and
on the fourth day the reservoir was
opened. The water came down in flood.
It had got down to jam of perhaps 600
logs below what is known as the old Bax-
ter mill, an abandoned structure, and had
lifted up the mass, but had not cleared
the one key log which in this case held
the jam. The key log was lodged end on
against a rock square in the middle of the
stream, and the other end was somewhere
under the logs, above and against the
bank. One of the Wall boys ran out on
move, and, finding the key log, put his
can't hook on it and gave it a twist. It
failed to move. Then he threw his whole
easily that he tumbled into the water,
- %1n 1oor
and plunging down. Two companions
had started out to help him, but as the
logs moved they started back to the shore.
When they looked around again Wall was
nowhere in sight. He had disappeared
under the logs, and they thought he was
being ground to pieces upon the stones of
the rift. Blu he was not. He had chung
to the forward end of the first log that he
could get his hand on, and in a second
more he bobbed up between two hemlocks,
and little latter he was standing on the
bank and saying: 'The old man will give
me thunder for losing that can't hook,
won't her
The resources of civilization, as O'Dono-
van Rosa would say, are lessening the
dangers of log driving. Dynamite is used
not only to blast the rocks from the beds
of the creeks, as it will be used this year
in Little Black creek. but when jam is
formed in large stream, and it is plainly
seen that one log holds the jam, a charge
of dynamite blows the smithereens out of
that log, while the loggers look on from a
safe distance, instead of going down into
a gorge by a rope and taking the chances
of getting ground up after the jam starts.
The log drivers get from 81 to 81 day
and board. They work from daylight to
dark. To feed and lodge them SO as to
get the greatest amount of work from
them requires foresight and care. Six
comfortable shanties were built along
Little Black creek, before the drive began,
from three to five miles apart. The shan
ties were manned with a cook and two to
three assistants each, and stocked with
stacks Of corned beef, pork, ham, flour,
potatoes, tea and coffee. The cook and
his men got 90 day each. Breakfast was
served by lantern light to the men who
lodged in hemlock hunks in the shanties.
Then the men were off, and the cook and
his help turned to and cooked the first
luncheon. It consisted of bread and but
ter, meat, and tea and coffee. Each. as
sistant strapped pack basket filed with
bread and meat to his back, and took q
huge can Of coffee in one hand and an
other Of tea in the other. Tin cups dan
gled In a bright profusion all over him.
One assistant went up the creek with his
load and the other down. As the snow
averaged two feet deep in the swampy
bottoms along the creek, the task of the
assistant was not enviable.
Wherever he found driver he served
to him all the food he wanted. This first
luncheon was served at about 10o'clock.
Another like 1t was served to the men
along the banks and on the jams between
2 and 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Supper
was served at dark. It was really a din
ner, for the men in addition to the bread,
meat and potatoes got some sort Of sauce
and pudding. A look at the quantity
of food that an old driver will eat In a
day would make dyspeptic groan, but If
the ordinary dyspeptic could merely fol-
low drive, let alone lending a hand with
can't hook, he would, under the invigor-
ating influence Of breezes laden with the
perfume Of spruce and balsam boughs.
and of the influence of sunshine andspring
water, get a like appetite himself.
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