The Savannah morning news., 1902-11-23


DIR. David Kennedy's Rose Jelly, rad
| ical cure Catarrh, Hay Fever and Cold
| in Head. soc
| loosen them from the bed of the
stream. He was a big man, this, as
his nickname indicated, built of many
awkwardnesses. His cheekbones were
high his nose fiat, his lips thick and
| slobbery. He sported wide, ferocious
struggling mustache and long eye
brows, under which CLEANED little
fierce eyes. His forehead sloped back
like a beasts, but was always hidden
by a disreputable felt hat. Big Junko
did not know much, and had the pas
sions of wild animal but he was a
reckless riverman and devoted to
Thorpe. Just now he exploded dyna-
mite.
The sticks of powder were piled
amidships. Big Junko crouched over
them, inserting the fuses and CAPS
closing the openings with soap, finally
| lighting them, and dropping them into
| the water alongside, where they imme-
diately sank. Then a few stroke of a
short paddle took him barely out of
danger. He huddled down in his craft
waiting. One, two, three seconds pass
ed. Then a hollow boom shook the
stream. A cloud of water sprang up,
stragely beautiful. After a moment
the great brown logs rose suddenly to
the surface from below, one after the
other, like leviathans of the deep.
Thorpe and Tim Shearer nearly al
ways slept in a dog tent at the rear;
though occasionally they passed the
night at Dam Two, where Bryan Mo-
| loney and his crew were already en-
gagged in sluicing the logs thrugh the
| shute.
| The affair was simple enough. Long
| booms arranged in the form of an open
V guided the drive to the sluice gate,
| through which smooth apron of wa
| ter rushed to turmoil in an eddying
| pool below. Two men tramped steadily
backwards and forwards on the
| booms, urging the logs forward by
means of long pike-poles to where the
suction could seize them. Below the
| dam, the push of the sluice water
| forced them several miles down stream.
where the rest of Bryan Moloneys
crew took them in charge.
Thus through the wide gate nearly
| three-quarters of million feet an hour
could be run, and at length the last of
the logs drifted into the wide dam
pool. The rear had arrived at Dam
| Two, and Thorpe congratulated him
seltf that one stage of his journey had
been completed.
CHAPTER XVIII.
The rear had been tenting at the dam
| for two days, and was about ready to
break camp, when Jimmy Powers
swung across the trail to tell them of
the big jam.
Ten miles along the river bed, the
| stream dropped over a little half-falls
| into a narrow, rocky gorge. 1t was all
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| The plunging of the logs head-on over
the fall had so gouged out the soft rock
below, that an eddy of great power had
| formed in the basin. Here in spite of
| all efforts, the jam had formed. The
bed was completely filled, far above
the level of the falls, by a tangle that
| defied the jam crews best efforts.
| The rear at once took the trail down
| the river. Thorpe and Shearer and
Scotty Parsons looked over the ground.
| Without delay the entire crew was
| set to work. Nearly a hundred men
| can pick a great many logs in the
course of a day Several times the jam
! started, but always plugged" before
the motion had become irresistible.
| Wen have to shoot" Shearer re-
| luctantly decided.
The men were withdrawn. Scotty
| Parsons cut sapling twelve feet long
and trimmed it. Big Junko thawed his
| dynamite at a little fire, opening the
| ends of the packages in order that the
/ steam generated might escape. When
| the powder was warm, Scotty bound
twenty of the cartridges around the
| end of the sapling, adjusted fuse in
| one of them, and soaped the opening
| to exclude water. Then Big Junko
thrust the long javelin down in
to the depths of the jam, leav-
ing thin stream of smoke behind
him as he turned away, zigzag-
| ging awkwardly over the Jam,
the long, ridiculous tails of his brown
cutaway coat Topping behind him as
he leaped. A scant moment later the
hoarse dynamite shouted.
Great chunks of timber shot to an
! inconceivable hight; entire logs lifted
bodily into the air with the motion of
a fish jumping; a fountain of water
| cleaned against the sun and showered
down in fine rain. The jam shrugged
and settled. That was all; the shot
had failed.
The men ran forward. examining GU
riously the great hole In the log forma-
ton.
wen have to flood her." said Thorpe.
| So all the gates of the dam We're
/ raised, and the torrent tried its hand.
1t had no effect. Evidently the anair
was not one OF violence, but OF pa
thence. The crew went doggediy TO
/ work.
Day after day the clank. clank. clink
OF the peaveys sounded with the regu-
larity OF machinery. IL was cruel hard
| work; a man who has lifted his ut
most strength into peavey knows
/ that. Any but the Fighting Forty
would have grumbled
/ Collins. the bookkeeper, came up 10
view the tangle. Later a photographer
! from, Narotletfe foOk some views and
/ by the end ~ the week a number Of
I curiosity seekers were driving over
every day 90 see the Big Jam. A cer-
tain Chicago journalist IA search ~
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