The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1890-10-23
THE WOOOSMAN'S LIFE.

Strangeness OF 1t Has Worn on.
Life in the lumbermen's winter camps,
deep in the backwoods OF New Bruins
wick, Maine, or in Quebec, is not SO ad.
venturous as might at first appear. 1t
grows monotonous to the visitor as soon
as the strangeness of it has worn off,
The noises of the chopping, the shout
ing, the clanking and trampling of the
teams, give sufficient warning to all the
wild creatures of the woods, and they
generally agree in giving wide birth to
| neighborhood which has suddenly be-
| come so dangerous. The lumbermen
are necessarily occupied, chopping and
hauling from dawn to shutdown; and at
night they have little energy to expenl
on the hunting of bears or panthers.
Their hunks and their blankets acquire
| an overwhelming attraction for them
and by the time the camp has concluded
| its after-supper smoke, and the sound of
few noisy songs has died away, the
wild beasts might creep near enough to
| camp to smell the pork and beans with
| little risk.
At rare intervals, however, tho mo-
notony of profound and soundless SHOWS
of endless forests, of felled trees, of
devious wood roads, or axe and sled and
chain, is sharply broken, and something
occurs to remind the needless woodsman
that though in the wilderness he is yet
not truly Of it. He is suddenly made
aware of those shy but savage forces
which, regarding him as trespasser on
theis domains, have been vigilantly
keeping him under a keen and angry
watch.
The spirit Of the violated forest strikes
swift and sometimes effectual blow
for revenge. A yoke of oxen are strain
ing at their load: great branch seems,
with conscious purpose to reach down
and seize the nearest OK by his horns
and the poor brute falls with his neck
broken. A stout sapling is bent to the
ground by weight of ice and snow: the
thaw or passing team releases it, and
by the fierce recoil horses leg is
fractured. A lumberman strays oft in
to the woods by himself, and is found
days afterward, half eaten by bears and
foxes. A solitary chopper drops his axe,
and leans against tree to rest or to
dream of his swee thart in the distant
settlements, and panther drops from
the branches above and seriously wounds
| him.
Yet the forests vengeance is seldom
accomplished, and on the careless woods
man the threat of it produces no perma-
nent effect. His onward march will net
be stayed. His axe goes everywhere
Charles G. D. Roberts, in st. Nicholas
The High Sleeve Doomed.
1t is quite likely that the reign of the
excessively high sleeve is about over, at
least with the ultra-fashionable, who
watch and obey every beck and nod of
the PICKLE Dame who rules fashion s
world. Already it has been recorded
that at recent important social gather
ing the Princess of Wales wore q gown
the sleeves Of which were level with
her shoulders. When a royal parsonage
Of such power and acknowledged good
taste discards fashion, its death-war.
rant with the majority is already sealed,
as the true English woman follows ever
the lead of her Royal Highness, and all
good Americans copy closely the styles
Of their cousins across the water. The
very high, very full sleeves are absurd,
and in many cases they have proved
most unbecoming if not ludicrous. Well
cut and not exaggerated, they have boon
an admirable addition to many gownA
but we believe that the return to sleeves
of normal construction will be received
with general satisfaction.-N. Y. Evon-
ing Post.