Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1893-08-03

just sat and gazed out of the windoy
and watched the ever-changing scene
The soft, easy motion of the cars ant
the humming sound they made. had
restful effect upon me, as / watches
the trees and sweet flowers as the,
flew past me in such rapid rate. wa
all too soon warned by the porter cry
ing, 'Sa-bu-la-a-a."
AS pulled myself together and the
conductor helped me down, stood fol-
awhile to see if l really was at Sabul;
or not. Yes, certainly am, for l Sc,
those big four horse teams and two
horse teams coming from every direc
ton. Those big wagons loaded high
with logs: some of them with grea
long piling logs and some for the mil
to be sawed into all kinds of lumber fol
all kinds of uses. l saw no change; il
looked just the same as it has for years
Everybody on the move. After had
gazed to my hearts content, walked
over to brother Giles home, with al
of its beautiful surroundings. l felt
like calling, "home, rest" Yes, home,
rest. 1t is so quiet, so cosy, so rest
full, and then you always receive such a
hearty. greeting, you feel youself al
! home. AS we sit in the big rocker
and talk of the things past, present
and future, how swiftly the time slips
away. After resting until we are tired,
(what a contradiction, resting until we
are tiredD we walk over to the store of
my old friend Colemans' and then to
his mill. AS we seat ourselves. Mr..
Coleman and my brother Giles enter
tain me with the ms and outs of lum-
bering. When l asked them if the
| timber was exhausted, they said just
look at those logs they were saving,
pine logs of all sizes and all lengths.
They said:
Thirty years ago the first mill was
set up here on this same spot, and these
same logs we are now saving were lit
tie saplings, are now good sized saw
logs. Why, we got an order short
time ago, for some derrick logs, they
wanted them sixty feet long, two feet
through at the stump and twelve inch
es at the top. We sent our men and
teams out to get them. In less than
six miles of the mill, they found trees
(pines) that were just as straight as a
candle and sixty feet before you came
to limb. We had a jolly time getting
them hauled. We put eight mules to
one of those big log wagons, and you
know the road is very crooked with
short turns, but that made no difference,
those mules just made everything git
that got in the way"
Mr.. Coleman said: 81 60 an order
one evening, saying, We want a car
load of special lumber; must have it by
ay-after-to-morrow. Can you get it
for us?' The next morning we sent
our men and teams out for the logs and
before night of that day, the car of
lumber was ready and on its way.
Brother Giles said one day they got
an order; in the morning the trees
were grooming in the woods four miles
away, and those trees were sawed, the
lumber dressed and made into house
and occupied that night.
l tell you it almost took my breath
as | sat and listened, and saw how
short a time it took to cut a log into
any sort of lumber. AS l watched the
sawyer as he kept the log going for
ward then back, back and forth with
out single step until the log was in
lumber, l just thought what wonder
full thing the human mind is. That
man seemed to see alta glance just how,
when and what to do. Oh, it's Won
derful!
The next morning, Brother Giles
took me riding in his buggy, down the
road towards Annapolis, to show me
the effects of the high water of last
year. Farms, that the last time l was
down the dirt road had houses, fields
and fences, were swept entirely away.
Not fence nor an inhabitant. nothing
but great gravel banks. No road, no
way to get through except to wind
around among the trees, piles OF lum-
Der and flood wood. Such scene of
/ never saw.
While we were making our way
the mass, told him of the
first time l ever travelled that road,
and how lonesome l got. He said one
day Father Bergman told him that
when he was nineteen years old, the
Methodist conference appointed him
as circuit rider of the Southeast part |
of Missouri, and at that time there
were but very few people in all that
part of the State. He said one day he |
got on his horse; it was the first time. |
When he got down to where Sabula is |
now, he felt so lonesome, so perfectly |
lost, buried in the woods, he just got |
off his horse and laid right down in the
road and cried just like child. He |
couldn't help It, he felt so lonesome.
Have any of the readers of the REG
IsTER ever been lost in the woods miles
and miles away from any human being,
and not know which way to go or how |
far it was to anybody? If so, you can
form some idea of how 1 have felt in
some of my early hunting days.
After we had got back from our trip,
l started for home on the up train.
When reached Arcadia, learned the |
steam thresher had just gone to my |
farm to thresh out my wheat and oats.
So l hurried home, and found the
machine getting out my wheat, and l
Just stood off and looked at it. At half |
past five, every bundle of wheat had |
gone through that machine. One
and ninety-one bushels of
wheat in two hours and hale. How
different from the old slow way Of get
ing out wheat, and how it makes one
feel there there is nothing new under
the sun. Oh, those old slow days of
ho no,