Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1904-07-07

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down, and after that you had better
camp at the dam. Just as soon as you
get logs enough in the pond start to
sluicing them through the dam. You
won't need more than four men there
II you keep a good head. You can
keep your gates open five or six hours.
And, Moloney"-
eyes, SIR"
III want you to be careful not to
sluice too long. There is bar Just
below the dam, and If you try to
sluice with the water too low you'll
center and jam there as sure as shoot
tng.'
Bryan Moloney turned on his heel
and began to pick his way down
stream over the solidly banked logs.
Without waiting the command dozen
men followed him. The little group
bobbed away irregularly into the dis
lance, springing lightly from one tim
Der to the other. holding their quantity
fashioned peaveys in the manner Of
ropedancer's balancing pole. At the
lowermost limit Of the rollways each
man pried a log into the water and,
standing gracefully erect on this I'M
stable craft, hoated out down the cur
rent to the scene Of his dangerous la
Dor.
"Kerlie,' went on Thorpe, your
crew can break rollways with the rest
until we get the river fairly filed, and
then you can move on down stream as
fast as you are needed. Scotty, you
will have the rear. Tim and I will
boss the river"
At once the signal was given to FL
Lis, the dam watcher. Ellis and his
assistants thereupon began to pry with
long iron bars at the ratchets Of the
heavy gates. The chore boy bent at
tenttvely over the ratchet pin, lifting
it delicately to permit another inch Of
raise, dropping it accurately to enable
the men at the bars to seize fresh
purchase. The rivers roar deepened.
Through the wide sideways torrent
foamed and tumbled. Immediately it
spread through the brush ON either side
to the limits Of the freshet banks and
then gathered for its leap against the
uneasy rollways. Along the edge Of
the dark channel the face of the logs
seemed to crumble away. Farther in
toward the banks where the weight
Of timber still unbalanced the weight
Of the food the tiers grumbled and
stirred. Far down the river. where
Bryan Moloney and his crew were
picking at the jam, the water in eager
streamlets sought the interst1ces be-
tween the logs, gurgling excitedly.
The jam creaked and groaDed in re-
Spouse to the pressure. From its face a
hundred Jets Of water spouted into the
lower stream. Logs appended here and
there, rising from the bristling surface
slowly like 90 many arms from the roll
ways, paused at the slack eddted back
foaming. Logs shot down from the
zollways, paused at the slack water and
finally hit with a hollow and resound-
ing boom against the tail Of the Jam.
4 moment later they, too, up ended.
The crew were working desperately.
Down in the heap somewhere two logs
we're crossed in such q manner AZ TO
lock the whole. They sought those logs.
Thirty feet above the bed Of the river
ok men clamped their peaveys into the
66ft pine, Jerking. pulling. lifting, Sid
ing the great logs from their places.
Thirty feet below. under the threaten
ln4 face, ok other men coolly picked
opt and ret sdrfft one by one, the tim
6sES not 4nexhicably imbedded. From
1ape 10 time the mass creaked, settled,
i9Ehape even moved q foot o. two, but
1twayD the peacticed river men after
I glance bent more eagerly to their
IDGk
Outlinsd against tie ~. big Bryan
Goloosy STOOD directing To woek. He