The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-01-08
SEC TsON THREE

once Morrison and DAILY of Saginaw,
but then numbering at Beeson
lake, lent some money to a man
named Crothers. taking in, return a
mortgage on what was known as the
CTothers tract OF white pine. In due
time, as Crothers did not liquidate, the
firm became possessed of this tract.
They hardly knew what to do with it.
The timber was situated some fifty
miles from the railroad in country
that threw all sorts of difficulties
across the loggers path, and had to be
hauled from nine TO fifteen miles to the
river. Both Morrison and DAILY groaned
ia spirit. Supplies would have to be
toted in to last the entire winter, for
> when the snow came communication
over fifty miles of forest road would be
as good as cut off. Whom could they
trust among the lesser foremen or their
woods force? Whom could they spare
among the greater
At this juncture they called to them
Tim Shearer. their walking boss and
the greatest riVerman in the state.
You'll have TO job her. said Tim
promptly.
who would be hired at any price to
e up i'm that country on a ten-mile
haul?" demanded Daily sEeptically.
Jest one man., replied Tim, AN
know where to find him.
He returned with an individual at the
sight of whom the partners glanced to-
ward each other in doubt and dis1nay
But there seemed no help for it A
contract was drawn up in which the
firm agreed to pay So "A Thousand. mer-
charitable scale. for all saw logs banked
at a rOllway to be situated a given
number OF miles from the forks OF Cass
branch; while on his side James
Bourke. better known as the Rough
Red, agreed to put in at least $500 900
feet.
THAT means a crew of wild Irish
men, said Morrison.
And that means they'll just slaught-
er the pine" added DAILY. They'll saw
high and crooked. they'll chuck the tons
who are we going 10 send to scale for
emp
Morrison sighed. 81 hate TO do il:
there's only F'itz can make it CO."
So then they called to them another
OF their best men, named F,itz Patrick
and sent him away alone to protect the
FIRMS interests in the depths of the
wilderness
The Rough Red was a big. broad
faced man, with eyes far apart and q
! bushy red beard. He wore a dingv
maclinaw coat. a dingy black and
white checked flannel shirt. dingy blue
trousers, tucked into high socks and
lumberman's rubbers. The only spOt
OF color in his costume was the flaming
red sash Of the vOyageur which he
passed twice around his waist When
at work his little wide eyes flfckered
with a baleful wicked light his huge
voice beloved through the woods in a
torrent of imprecations and commands
his splendid muscles sWelIed Visiblv
even under his loose blanket coat as
he wrenched suddenly and savageIy at
some mans stubborn cant-hook stock
a hint of reluctance or opposition,
brought his fist TO the mark with ire
sisuble impact Then he would DIucI1
his victim from the snow and kick him
10 work with savage jest that raised
q laugh from everybody-exceptfug the
object of it.
At night he stormed back through
the forest at the head of his band
shrieking-Nild -blasphemy at the silent
night, irreverent. domineering hold
with certain tang of Irish good ma
ture that made him the beloved Of
1rishmen.
In the work was little system Inf
much efficacy. The men garnbled
drank, fought, without word of pro-
test from their leader With an ordiD-
airy crew such performances would
have meant slight accomplishment. but
these wild Irishmen, with tbai,.
blood-shot eyes. their ready tests. Their.
equally ready fists, plunged into the
business OF banking logs with all the
abandon Of a carouse-and the vrorlC
was done.