The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-11-02


whose name was Dyer, slouched back
In the shadow, watching his great hon
est superior as a crafty, dainty cat
might watch the blunderings of a ST.
Bernard Dyer had a precise little
black mustache whose ends he was
constantly twisting into points, black
eyebrows, and long effeminate black
lashes. The two men conversed in
short elliptica1 sentences, using many
technical terms.
THAT seventeen white pine is going
to underrun," said Dyer. 1T won't
skid over three thousand"
Its small stuff" agreed Railway,
land so much the worse for us; but the
company'll stand in on it because small
stuff like that always overruns 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
a team, and there's more than that.
How much are we putting in day.
now?"
About forty thousand"
Railway fell silent.
That's mighty little for such
crew." he observed at last, scornfully.
Il always said you were too easy
with them. You got to drive them
more"
well. it's a rough country" apol-
bgized 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 un-
derneath. It 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 a thin smile all to
himself behind the stove. Dyer knew
perfectly well that the work was be-
hind, and he knew the reason. For
some time the men had been relaxing
their efforts. They had worked hon
estly enough, but a certain snap and
vim had lacked This was because
Roadway had been too easy with them.
Your true lumberjack adores of all
things in creation a man whom he feels
to be stronger than himself. If his
employer 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
CT 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 single
ness of purpose.
Thorpe had already commented on
the feeling among the men, though,
owing to his inexperience, he was not
able to estimate its full value. The
men were inclined to a semi-a pOlOgetic
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 hating place 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. I remember when
he was foreman of NJ. & d. at Camp
o. Saw, we did hustle them sawlogs
in! I should rise to remark, Out in
tn woods by first streak o day. 1 re-
call one morning she was pretty cold,
an the boys grumbled some about
turnin' out. Cold says Tim YOU
sons of gunsi You got your chico. 1t
may be too cold for you in the woods,
but it's damn sight too hot for you
in hell. an you're goin' to one or the
other.' And he meant it. too. Them
was great days. Forty million a year,
and not hitch
The next morning Railway trans
ferred Molly and Jenny, with little
Fabian Leveque and two of the young
er men, to Pike lake. There, earlier
been felled out on the ice, cut in logs
and left in expectation of ice thick
enough to bear the travoy "dray,
Owing to the fact that the shores of
Pike lake were extremely precipitous,
it had been 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 suffi-
GENTLY cold for the time of year, the
snow, as often happens, had fallen be-
fore the temperature. Under the warm
white blanket, the actual freezing had
been slight However. there seemed to
be at least eight inches of clear ice.
which would suffice.
Four logs had been safely hauled
The fifth was on its journey across the
lake. Suddenly, without warning, and
with scarcely a sound, both horses
sank through the ice which bubbled
Ip around them and over their backs
in irregular rOtted pieces. Little Fa-
bian Leveque shouted, and jumped
down from his log. Pat Mcguire and
young Henrys came running.
The horses had broken through an
airhole, about which the ice was
strong. Fabian had already seized Mol
~ by the bit and was holding her head
easily above water.
'Kitch Jenny by dat he't!" he cried
to Pat.
Thus the two men, without exertion.
sustained the noses of the team above
the surface. The position demanded
absolutely no haste, for it could have
been maintained for a good half hour.
Molly and Jenny, their soft eyes full
of the intelligence of the situation.
rested easily in full confidence But
Pat and Henrys, new to this sort of
emergency, were badly frightened and
excited.
"Oh, Lord!" cried Pat, clinging des-
perately to Jenny's headpiece. what
viii we'z be doin? We can't nfver
haul them two horses on the ice"
TAX de log chain" said Fabian to
Henrys. AN tie him around he neck
of Jenny"
Henrys. after much difficulty and
nervous fumbling. managed to loosen
the swamp hook, and after much more
difficulty succeeded in making it fast
about the gray mares neck. Fabian
intended with this to choke che ami
NAL TO that peculiar state when she
would float like a balloon on the water,
and two men could with ease draw
her over the edge of the ice. Then the
unexpected happened.
The instant Henrys had passed the
end of the chain through the knot, Pat.
possessed by some Hibernian notion
that all was fast, let go of the bit
Jenny's head at once went under and
the end of the logging chain glided
over and fell uluOn in the hOla