The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1904-05-26

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 might watch the blunder-
1ngs 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 conyersed
in 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,
land so much the worse for us. But
the company IL stand in on it, because
, small stuff like that always overruns
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 a day
now?"
"About 100000"
Railway fell silent.
"That's mighty little for such a
crew." he observed at last doubtfully.
Il always said you were too easy
with them. You got to drive them
more"
"Well, it's a rough country" apollo
g1zed 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 a 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 a certain snap and
vim had lacked. This was because
Roadway had been too easy with them
Your true lumber jack 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
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
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 it's full value The
men were inclined to a semiapologetic
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.
cold Shearer, he's the bully boy"
said Bob Stratton. Il remember when
he was foreman of NJ & D. at Camp
o. Saw-we did hustle them saw logs
in! I should rise to remark! Out in
the woods by first streak of day. I 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 chico. 1t may be
too cold for you in the woods, but it's
and you're goin' to one or the otiler!'
And he meant it too. Them was great
days! Forty million a year and not a
hitch!'
The next morning Railway trans
ferred Molly and Jenny, with little Fa-
bian Laveque and two of the younger
men, to Pike lake. There earlier in
the season 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 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 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 thro,,oh on