Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-06-04

his scaler happened to be talk
~ ing over the situation. The
scaler, whose name was Dyer, slouched
/ back in the shadow watching his
( great honest superior as crafty,
dainty cat night watch the blunder-
ings of st. Bernard. Dyer had a pre-
/ else little black mustache, whose ends
he was constantly twisting into points;
black eyebrows. and long, effeminate,
black lashes The two men conversed
Inv short, elliptical sentences, using
many technical terms.
THAT seventeen white pine Is going
/ to underrun." said Dyer. 1T won't
skid over 5000"
Its small stuff" agreed Railway,
"and so much the worse for us. But
the company II stand in on it, because
on the mill cut"
The scaler nodded comprehension.
when are you going to dry haul
that Norway across Pike lake?"
Tomorrow. She 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 10000"
Railway fell silent.
That's mighty little for such a
crew." he observed at last doubtfully.
81 always said you were too easy
with them. You got to drive them
! more"
"Well, it's q rough country" apollo
gized Railway. trying, as was his Gus
tom, to find excuses for the other par
| ty 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 we'll 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 certain snap and
| vim had lacked. This was because
! Railway had been too easy with them.
| Your true lumber jack adores OF all
things in creation 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
il 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
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 semiapologet1c
air when they spoke of their connec-
ton with the camp. Instead Of being
honored us one of a series OF jobs this
seemed to be considered as merely
temporary hating place in which they
took no pride and from which they
looked forward in anticipation or back
in memory to better things.
"Oid Shearer, he's the bully boy
said Bob Stratton II remember when
lie was foreman of NJ. D. ut Camp
O. Saw-we did hustle them saw logs
in! | should rise to remark! Out In
the woods by first streak of day. l re-
call one mornin' she was pretty cold.
and the boys grumbled some about turn
in out. Cold says Tim, you sons OF
guns. You got your ch'ice. 1t may be
too cold for you in the woods, but it's
blame sight too hot for you in hades,
and you're goin' to one or the other.
And he meant 1t too. Them was great
days! Forty million a year and not q
hitchw
The next morning Railway trans
ferred Molly and Jenny, with little Fa-
bian Laveaue and two OF the younger
men, to Pike lake. There earlier in
the seasonal number Of pines had 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 Pine lake
were extremely precipitous 1t 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 sufficient
ly cold for the time of year, the snow
as often happens, had fallen before 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 it's journey across the /
lake. Suddenly without warning and
with scarcely sound both horses sank
through the ice, which dubbed up
around them and over their backs in
irregular rotted pieces. Little Fabian
Laveque shouted and jumped down
from his log. Pat Mcclure and young
Henrys came running.
The horses had broken through an
air hole about which the ice was
strong. Fabian had already seized
Molly by the bit and was holding her
head easily above water.
"Kitch Jenny by dat he't!" he cried to