Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1907-08-01
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1.-THE RIVER-DRIVER. \
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Y Told by T. j. Davis and Set Down y
by Ralph Stock.

gers of sports such as mountain
climbing and big game shooting. and
of trades such as that of the steeple-
jack, but very few Wide World read
ers, I imagine, have any knowledge
of what Is. perhaps, the hardest and
most hazardous occupation on earth
-"river-driving.
Mr.. T. j. Davis, who now resides
In the Northwest Territories Of Can
ada, knows, perhaps, as much as any
man living of the dangers and fas-
cinations of this trade, which should
more properly be called log-driving.
Born as he was on the shores Of
one of those vast inland seas that 80
belle their insignificant title of
"lakes," and that, Joined by rivers,
form a chain across Eastern Canada,
he early acquired love of the water
only known to those that have to de-
pend upon it for living.
Gigantic floating islands Of logs,
sometimes half a mile in length, lay
moored to the shore almost at the
door of his home, awaiting the
floating village Of "river-drivers" to
steer them to the mills, where they
are sawn into timber. Here Is tho
story of Mr.. Davis evolution as a
driver, told to me by himself.
1t is a life that seems to get hold
of one after year or two. You are
generally wet through for twelve
hours out of the twenty-four; ten of
you sleep in a twelve by fifteen foot
shanty, you live on fried everything,
black strap" treacle. and stewed
tea you go to bed at 10 and get up
at 3: you are everlastingly cursed
and never praised by the foreman,
your life is in danger more or less
all day long, and you never get more
than $35 a month for work that is
worth 500. "Then why stick at
IT," you say, and all I can answer is,
"Just give 1t fair trial for year
and then you'll know
AS children we used to run out
across the booms Of logs. which Is
good deal harder to do than you
might suppose. One Of us, perhaps,
would fall through. but such an acci-
dent never aroused any comment
from our companions. They would
rush on heedlessly, hopping from
log to log like lot of monkeys, and
leaving the unfortunate one to sink
a couple of feet below the surface Of
the water. bob up, hit his mead
against an unressting log, and gen.
orally scratch and bruse himself
thoroughly before scrambling like a
half drowned kitten to the surface
once more That Is how We learned
not to mind a ducking, and also to
shift for ourselves when we did get
one.
Have you ever tried to stand up
right on log perhaps foot across
the butt, out In an open lake, keep
ing your balance to every roll and
dip of the log? Well. If you had you
would realize better the marvellous
balance of the man who not only has
to do this, but also maneuvre other
logs down the current with long
pike pole, chain booms together with
numbed fingers, and, in fact, do the
whole of his days work while bal
ancing on q twirling. twisting. half
submerged tree trunk.
At the age Of thirteen | had t. get
out and earn my own living. Time
were hard, and every one who has a
sound pair CT arms and legs has to
work for 49, right to occupy the
earth down on those Eastern lake
shores.
One morning along came an alli-
gator boat" towing a floating colony
logs that lay moored out in the lake.
Here was my chance. My brothers
and sisters haG been packed off to
school, and l was left to chop wood.
Why should chop wood for. love
when I could drive logs for $35
month? was off across that boom
Of logs like a jack rabbit, and soon
found myself surrounded by good
natured ring of grizzled faces.
"How's chances of a job?" asked,
with as much dignity as I could as
sumo.
A roar of laughter floated over the
lake and echoed through the naples
far up the banks but 1t didn't abash
me In the least.
"You all think you're awful
smart" remarked, scathingly. "but
I'll stand on log with any one Of
you for the job. If I'm put off I'll
60 back home and sit down, but If
you can't put me off l wact work at
$12 month for a start"
There was twinkle in the fore
mans eye as he said, Done! Jack,
try him a twirl."
The next minute I found myself
standing on one end of small pine
log. and my adversary, hulking
"driver" with spikes half an inch in
length on the bottom of his boots.
on the other.
Slowly at first the log began to
turn in the water, in answer to the
pressure OF my adyersary's spikes,
then quicker and quicker, till it fair
ly spun round, with my naked feet
pattering nway on the hard ba *
like a 'sas dpecker's bill. Then, sud-
denly, my willy foe would stop it al
most dead, and l had to wave my
arms like windmill to keep ny bal
ance, but kept it.
All the time shouts ~'ore going up
! from the camp raft, go it, kid!
Stick to him! He can't get you'll"
First this wy, then that, the log
twirled; next, by way of variation,
the lumbe"man would take a play
full jump and send me and my end
of the log clean out of the water.
And then-well, don't know exact
ly how 1t happened, but there was a