The Brunswick daily news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1903-1906, 1904-11-06
"POCKY"


When Jack Maston waa taking his
gang Of mon to his logging-camp up
among the head waters Of the andre.
scoggin river his cock fell Ill and had
70 be sent back, along with the man
who was TO have served as cookie, .
or COOKS assistant.
After delay OF one or two days
Maston secured couple OF French
Canadians to take their places.
Peter, the new cook, a huge black
boarded fellow, with evil, narrow eyes,
soon began to amusa himself by bully
ing the cookee, VINO, on account of
the smallpox scars with which the
little mans face, was covered, he
abusiyely called "Pccky."
Maston, coming into the camp kitch-
en- unexpectedly one evening, found
Peter belaboring Pocky with the soup
paddle.
Why You don't put more potat in
dem soup. Poeky? | toll you put in
feefteen potat. Hey?"
Il put tilvn ia al a., ::.. :;t . protested
the assistant, trying to ward eft the
paddle.
"You toll me lie. I'll break your
hade right on and Peter whacked
again at the cookeo's head.
Hold on, Peter" said Maston. 81
guess the soups all right. You let the
boy alone.
A cook In logging-camp, If he is a
good cook. is an important person,
not accustomed to brook interference.
and Peter turned angrlly.
y amt want no boss tell me bout
my beesness,' he said, "I1I mind my
beesness. me"
And selling Pocky by the collar. he
flung him half across the room.
Maston took two long strides for
fard.
Peter" he said sternly, az you ever
lay hand on that boy again 1t will
go hard with you"
The cooks face turned black. He
threw down the stack of tin plates
which he had just picked up, and
doubling his fists, he cried:
i amt 'fraid no Yankee boss hever
see! lick you 50 quick as lick dat
boy"
He made at Maston. The next mo-
ment the burly lumbcrman had
stretched him on the floor.
From that time on here was no
more abuse for Pocky Peter had
transferred all his malice to the boss.
whom he watched with ewes that often
Redeemed with hate And meanwhile,
Pocky was watching Peter.
The huge tier Of logs increased rap
idly. Maston HAD conceived the idea
Of placing them upon a smooth and
solid railway, leading TO the water
He believed then, that by knocking
out two props at the foot, he could
launch at once the whole mass OF tim
Der. The expense of rolling the loLs
would thus be saved, and tb"y would
also be kept from mlnglng much with
those Of other river-men.
During the last days Of March that
year the weather became unusually
warm, and so much rain fell that tho
AAOAAAktAth oAAtain AbNf NuuNHNtN.
AS the rain continued Mastcn grew
anxious If the water should rise
enough to float the raft OF logs dis.
aster must follow, for the stream was
bound to ahate within a few hours af-
ter the closing of the storm Another
quick fleece would be sure tc come
and then the logs would be held fast
until the ice broke up. when they
would go out with II and be scattered
and lost.
On the third night OF tho storm
Maston awoke and thought he heard.
with the roaring Of the styeam and the
beating OF the rain, another sound. He
rose on his elbow in his bunk and
listened. Again 1t came. and this
time there could be no mistake. It
was wild cry, as from a man in the
extremity Of pain and terror.
Moston sprang to the floor and be-
gan hurrying on his boots
up, men, up," he shouted
One by one the SLEEPY loegers polSed
their heads out Of their hunks. and
again came the terrible cry.
Down by the river, boys" Maston
said; and without waiting for them to
follow, he sslrsd g lighted lantern