The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-10-05

skid over three thousand"
It's small stuff" agreed Railway.
land so much the worse for US: but
the COmpany'n stand in on it because
small stuff like that always over-runs
on the mill-cut"
The scaler nodded comprehension
when you going to dry-haul that
Norway across Pike Lake,
Tomorrow. She's springs. but the
book says five inches of ice Will hold
team, and there's more than that
How much are we putting in a day.
now?"
About forty thousand"
Railway fell silent.
That's mighty little for such
crew" ne observed at last. dOubtfully.
Il always said you were too easy
with them. You got to drive them
more"
well. it's rough country" apollo
gized Railway, trying, as was his Gus
tom. to find excuses for the other party
as soon as he was agreed with in his
blame, there's any amount of pot
holes: and, then, we've had so much
snow the ground amt really froze I'M
derneath. 1t gets pretty soft in some
of them swamps Can't figure on put
ting up as much in this country as we
used to down on the Muskegon."
The scaler smiled thin smile all to
himself behind the stove. Dyer knew
perfectly well that the work was be-
hind and he knew the reason. Fo~
some time the men had been relaxing
their efforts. They had worked honest
ly enough, but certain snap anu VAN
had lacked. This was because Railway
had been too easy with them.
Your true lumber jack adores of all
things in creation a man whom he feels
to be stronger than himself. If his en-
ployer is big enough to drive him, then
he is willing to be driven to the last
ounce of his strength. But once he
gets the notion that his boss" is afraid
of, or for him or his feelings or his
health, he loses interest in his working
for that man. AS you value your
authority. the love of your men, and
the completion of your work, keep a
bluff brow and an unbending singleness
of purpose.
Thorpe had already commented on
the feeling among the men, though,
owing to his inexperience. he was not
able to estimate its fun value. The
men were inclined to a semi apologetic
air when they spoke of their connec-
ton with the camp. Instead of being
honored as one of a series of jobs, this
seemed to be considered as merely a
temporary haltingplace in which they
took no pride, and from which they
looked forward in anticipation or back
in memory to better things.
"Old Shearer, he's the bully boy"
said Bob Stratton. ! remember when
he was foreman of Nj. &, d. at Camp o.
Saw, we did hustle them saw-logs in! 1
should rise to remark! Out in this
woods by first streak o. day. l recall
one morning she was pretty cold, an
the boys grumbled some about turnin'
out. Cold says Tim, you sons of guns!
You got your chloe. 1t may be too
cold for you in the woods, but it's a
damn sight too hot for you in
! hell, an you're goin' to one or
the otherl' and he meant it, too. Them
was great days! Forty million a year,
and not a hitch"
The next morning Railway trans
| ferred Molly and Jenny, with little Fa-
bian Leveque and two of the younger
men, to Pike Lake. There, earlier in
the season, a number of pines had beer
| felled out on the ice, cut in logs, and
| left in expectation of ice thick enough
to bear the travoy "dray." Owing tC
the fact that the shores of Pike Lake
were extremely precipitous, it had beer
impossible to travoy the logs up over
| the hill.
Railway had sounded carefully the
thickness of the ice with an ak. AL
though the weather had been sufficient
as often happens, had fallen before TIT
temperature. Under the warm white
blanket the actual freezing had beer
slight. However, there seemed to b,
at least eight inches of clear ice, which
would suffice.
Four logs had been safely hauled
| The fifth was on its journey across tn,
lake. Suddenly without warning, anC
with scarcely a sound, both horses sanl
through the ice, which dubbed III
around them and over their backs IL
irregular rotted pieces. Little Fabial
Leveque shouted, and jumped dow
from his log. Pat Mcguire and youni
Henrys came running.
The horses had broken through al
air hole, about which the ice wa
strong. Fabian had already seizec
Molly by the bit, and was holding he
head easily above water.
"Kitch Jenny by dat he't!" he erie,
to Pat.
Thus the two men, without exertion
sustained the noses of the team abov
the surface. The position demande
absolutely no haste, for it could hav
been maintained for good half hour
Molly and Jenny, their soft eyes full
of the intelligence of the situation, rest
ed easily in full confidence. But Pa
and Henrys, new to this sort o
emergency, were badly frightened an
| excited.
"Oh, Lord" cried Pat, clinging des
perately to Jennys headpiece, "wha
will we'z be doin? We can't nive
haul them two horses on the ice"
TAX de log-chain," said Fabian t
Henrys, IAN tie him around de nee
of Jenny"
Henrys, after much difficulty AM
nervous fumbling, managed to loosel
the swamp-hook, and after much NOR
difficulty succeeded in making it fas
about the gray mares neck. Fabial
intended with this to choke the anima
to that peculiar state when she woul,
float like a balloon on the water, an,
two men could, with ease. draw he
over the edge of the ice. Then the un
expected happened.
The instant Henrys had passed the
end of the chain through the knot
Pat, possessed by some Hibernian no.
ton that now all was fast let go Of
the bit. Jennys' head at once Went
under, and the end of the loggins
chain glided over and fell plump in the
hole
Immediately all was confusion. Jen-
ny kicked and struggled, churned the
water, throwing it about, kicking ou
in every direction. Once a horses head
dips strongly the game is over. Nc
animal browns more quickly. The two
young boys scrambled away, anC
French oaths could not induce them t
approach Molly, still upheld by Fa.
bian, looked at him piteously with hel
strange, intelligent eyes, holding her.
self motionless and rigid with com.
| plete confidence in this master WIN