The Huttig news., 1916-01-08

There were five cabins set around on the edge of the small, sloping mountain meadow which gave back ground for Daily's camp; and in all the windows lights were gleaming. In one cabin door opened and a man came out, stopping a moment on the sill to reach up and kiss a woman, who stood silhouetted against the light, when the door closed and San dry could not see the man, though he could hear lis footsteps. The fore man swung ahead in the path.
 "They's a footlog here," he said "tidewater slough Faint deep"
 They stopped at the foot of the ridge where the donkey, the rollway against the bold uplift and Daily in troduced him to Hastings and Murphy, the latter of whom hung out of the window of his diminutive cab and peered at the stranger out of laugh ing eyes whose forbears had twinkled i on Donegsl's blue bay and Erins red checked daughters with impartial joy
 'Ah, Misther Dillingworth, he said 1 heartily, "an' phat dye tink av the l West Coast now?"
 "Sandry. Murphy" caught up Daily i easily, yet with a warning note.
 "Shure! Sandry 'tisi Excuse me, Misther Sandry, but aint tn scenery i foine?"
 What I've seen. yes, Murphy" an- swered Sandry after a slight pause As he turned after Daily the Irishman stuck his tongue in the corner of his 1 lips and drummed a minute on the sill, the broad smile lessening on his reckless face.
 An phat dye know about thot?" he asked retrospectively of the fog.
 Out of the near gloom, which was Tightening bit with dawn, the log trail rose. an aggressive snakelike trough climbing uncompromisingly at an angle of 36 degrees. it's center a straight pine log sunk to it's surface, which was polished like ivory, it's slightly curving sides the same. How many tapering trunks had gone into it's two miles would be hard to say for in some places they had sunk and been covered-in the dip, say, over the ridge where the real mountain began, at the turn where it wound around the Shoulder
 Before ten minutes Sandry was breathing heavily, though he said nothing and kept close at Dailyss heels. The logger strode forward and upward with an easy, climbing lift that rippled every muscle in his loose body, while the man from the cities strained and heayed in painful labor, slipping on the wet earth, fioundering in the rotten bark and brush that lined the way. They climbed beside the trail, not in it. Ahead of them the gang of men had long since disap peared from sight and hearing.
 The forenoon that followed was tn
 opening page in new chapter of hi life, and Sandry bent all his faculties to a grasp of outlines.
 He stood silently watching the work go forward They had reached the cutting. Here, in wide dip high 1 above the world, it seemed to the Fastener, was huge circle of actiy- 1 ity. Close beside the built trail sec ond donkey engine fussed and screamed, reaching out uncannily on all sides for the great logs, to haul them in with screech of spool and strain of cable and turn them over to the mysterious steel rope that came constantly crawling back on its trav- cling line This vas called the yard ing engine"-the one at the foot of the trail beside the rollway and the track being known as the "roader.
 The monotonous song of the cross cut saws had begun where the buck CTS were converting several hundred and-fifty-foot trunks into handling sections.
 X little below, two foot-wide blanks some five or six feet long had been set into a giant yellow pine about eight feet from the ground, one on either side, and on these two men were stand ing, their flannel shirts open at the throat, their sleeves rolled up from arms of steel and leather, their heads bare. Sandry watched the bending of their backs, every muscle outlined under the clinging shirts, the play of their knee, the whole easy ripping of their entire bodies with the regular give and take of the long saw. The boards, known as springboards, rose and dipped with the even motion.
 These men were fallers, and pres entity they would lay the towering nor rch of the great woods to the fraction of an inch in given place, ready for the buckers, the hook-tender and the cable.
 in the meantime the logs already down were swiftly stri. ped of their limbs, cut into thirty and forty foot lengths, rolled into the trail with pea ey and cant hook and sent up and over the ridge to the accompaniment of shril toots from the whistle-bobs s restless cord the straining of rigging and the squeak of fiber on polished 1 fiber.
 The built trail ended here in the shallow hollow between the first l ridge and the great mountain beyond