The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-11-09

goodbye to his attendant. He took
two days of tramping the little town
to regain the use of his legs. and board
ed the morning train for Beeson Lake.
He did not pause in the village, but
bent his steps to the river trail
He followed the trail by the river.
ButterbaIls and scoters padded up at
his approach. Bits of rotten ice oe-
caSionally swirled down the diminish
ing stream. Around every bend Thorpe
looked for some of Railways crew
driving the logs down the current.
He knew from chance encounters with
several of the men in Bay City that
Railway was still in camp; which
meant. Of course. that the seasons
operations were not finished. Five miles
further Thorpe began to wonder
whether this last conclusion might not
be erroneous The Cass branch had
shrunken almost to it's original limits.
The drive must have been finished,
even this early, for the stream in
its present condition would hardly float
saw logs.
Thorpe, puzzled, walked on. At the
banking ground he found empty skids.
Evidently the drive was over. And
yet even to Thorpe's ignorance, il
seemed incredible that the remaining
million and a half of logs had been
hauled, banked and driven during the
short time he had lain in the Bay
City hospital More to solve the prob
lem than in any hope of work. he set
out for the logging road
Another three miles brought him to
camp. 1t looked strangely wet and
sOdden and deserted. In fact, Thorpe
found a bare half-dozen people in it
Railway, the cook and four men who
were helping to pack up the movables.
The jobber showed strong traces of
the strain he had undergone, but greet
ed Thorpe almost joTially.
/ "Hullo, young man." he shouted at
Thorpe's mud-splashed figure, come
back to view the remains? All well
again, heigh? That's good.."
4 didn't know you were through"
explained Thorpe, "and I came to see
if I could get a job
We'll, now l am sorryi" cried Rad
way. You can turn in and help.
though. if you want to-
Thorpe greeted the cook and old
Jackson Hines, the only two whom he
knew, and set to work to tie up bum
dies of blankets, and to collect axes.
peavies and tools of all descriptions.
That evening the seven dined together
at one end of the long table. The big
room exhaled already the atmosphere
OF desertion.
Not much like old times, is she?''
laughed Railway. Cant you shut your
eyes and hear Baptiste say: Max
heem de soup one tam more for me-?
She's pretty empty now
Jackson Hines looked whimsically
down the bare be-rd. More room than
God made for geese in Ireland was
his comment.
After supper they even sat outside
for a little time to smoke their pipes.
chair tilted against the logs of the
cabins, but soon the chill of melting
snow drove them indoors. The four
teamsters played seveu-up in the cook
camp by the light of a barn lantern,
while Thorpe and the cook wrote let
tiers. Thorpe's was to his sister.
Il have been in the hospital for about
a month"; he wrote. Nothing serious
"a crack on the head, which is all
right now. But 1 cannot get home this
summer, nor, am afraid, can we ar
range about the school this year. / am
about $50 ahead of where I was last
fall, so you see it is slow business.
This summer / am going into a mill,
but the wages for green labor are no.
very high there, either and so on.
When Miss Helen Thorpe, aged II.
received this document she stamped
her foot almost angrily- You'd think
he was a day laborer." she. cried. why
doesn't he try for a clerkship or some