The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1915-12-16

many places.
Also, nowhere is there a stronger
prejudice against any manifestation d
personal superiority, any exploitation
of what may lie east of the Cascades.
To them the man and the place are
one-East and fastener.
They felt for him that contempt
which only the seasoned feel for the
inexperienced. And with the quick
ness which was his characteristic, the
new owner sensed the feeling among
them. 1t only added to that tumble OF
sensations and impressions which had
crowded thick upon him from the first
assert and get under control. He had
simply laid them away for future at
tention.
In the meantime he went quickly at
the work of settling himself in the
new environment. A load Of lumber
was brought up the slough on the
punt from the mill at Toledo and four
men were put to building a small Of
fee. 1t was set at the edge OF the
slough, a bit below the cook-shack,
where it commanded from its two east
ern windows and door the track, the
reading donkey, the log-trail and the
rollway, and from the southern one
the winding slough, the rest OF the
track and the lower rollway, where
the donkey engine left the logs, It's
duty done. After that they rolled
down with much s%plashing to the mar
row ribbon Of water which, with ev-
cry food tide backed in from the bay,
lifted them high and trundled them,
grinding and grooming, slowly down,
perhaps to the mill at Toledo, perhaps
to be laced together with mammoth
chains, built into a great raft and
towed out to the ocean to voyage
along the coast, down to southern Cal
ifornia or up to Portland. A tiny,
wheezy tug fused about the backwa-
ter for the express purpose of starting
the monster RATS out on the ebb.
Inside the new office were installed
a roll-top desk, a case of books, a map
or two and several chairs, beside q
small stove. Here, with the four pine
walls around him, Walter Sandry at
last looked around and called himself
at home. The drawers Of the new
desk were full Of documents and mem
oranda, the history, with statistics and
records down to the minutest detail,
of the Dillingworth Lumber company,
These he set himself to master as his
first step toward the vast golden goal
of the dream that had brought him
west.
Very shrewdly he decided to take
nothing out Of the capable hands OF
his foreman. There had been a sort Of
tense pause in the camp pending this
development. When it became appar-
ent that things were to go on as
usual the work went forward as II
a line had been loosened.
Big John Daily had gone about dur
ing the few days Of uncertainty with
the unruf1ed calm of his quiet nature,
though there was a small, a very small
ache somewhere inside him. Ever
since he could remember, his life had
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when his father, old John Daily, had
logged with oxen on the eastern slopes
of the Coast range and there was no
jerkwater railroad in to Yaquina bay.
When a 200-foot fir had tottered out
Of line and sent the old man forever
its fall, the boy John, at seventeen,
had picked up the reins Of government
in the camp and carried on the work,
abetted and aided by that efficient
general, his mother. With the years
of his young manhood he had worked,
pushed it backward to the bay, seeing
little Of the outside world save per-
baps for a trip, once in three years, to
Portland or down to San Francisco,
and always during the past 1t had been
the Dillingworth Lumber company
into whose vast holdings the camp had
cut its way.
Always there had been no hand Of
power in the hills save his own, no
supervision excepting the annual visits
of some member Of the firm who went
over things, nodded, estimated, took
figures and went away. He had car
ried on his camp himself, fought since
be could remember with the Yellow
Pines company, whose holdings were
vast as those of the Dillingworth. and
had not thought Of change.
When Walter Sandry settled quietly
down with no voice in the doings Of
the camp, Daily drew a good breath
and went ahead once more.
AS for the new timber magnate, he
sat down at the new desk on the first
day of his occupancy Of the little office
on the slough's edge and wrote his
first letter.
It was on a printed letterhead:
Dillingworth Lumber Company,
Toledo, Oregon.
Dear Dad: EXCELSIOR! I fancy I'm on
top of the world! Wish you could step In
here for an hours chat. The country
would amaze you as 1t has me with It's
mighty bigness. You feel like an atom
crawling on the seas floor-too small to
count. The hills are like our beloved
Catskills, only they are their wild cousins