The Huttig news., 1916-01-15

himself to John Daily, foreman as the Dillingworth Lumber Co, or most of 1t. CHAPTER III-Sandry makes acquaint- ance With the camp and the work he has come from the East to superintend and make successful
 Sometimes, to be sure, it was only little Oregon mist that saddened the night outside, but it had the same effect on the young man from the midst of life in New York.
 He was East and he knew it. Also, the men had known it from that first speech III the doorway Of the cook shack. They spoke of him among them selves as "Dillingworth,' accompany ing the word with grins. tasting it's flavor as delicately as any be-spee- .acled professor of the East dallying with new derivative.
 Nowhere in the world is discern ment brought to a finer point than Tn the lumber camps and mills of the Northwest among that floating gentry of the pike and peavey, the knee-laced boot and the turkey who pass here and there with the seasons, picking critically at the speech and doings of many places.
 Also, nowhere is there stronger prejudice against any manifestation of 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 It only added to that tumble of sensations and impressions which had crowded thick upon him from the first and which he had had no time to assort 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. 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. It was set at the edge of the slough, a bit below the cook-shack, where it commanded from it's 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 ot the track and the lower rollway where the donkey engine left the logs, it's duty done. After that they rolled down with much splashing to the mar row ribbon of water which, with ev- cry flood 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 lowed out to the ocean to voyage along the coast, down to southern Cal ifornia or up to Portland. A tiny, wheezy tug fussed about the baekwa- ter for the express purpose of starting the monster rafts out on the ebb.
 Inside the new office were installed a roll-top desk, case of books, map or two and several chairs, beside 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 notl ing out of the capable hands of his foreman. There had been 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 line had been loosened.
 Big John Daily had gone about dur ing the few days of uncertainty with the unrufied calm of his quiet nature, though there was a small, very small ache somewhere inside him. Ever since he could remember, his life had been cast in Daily's lumber camp 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 into silence in the roaring thunder of it's 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, following the wilderness as progress pushed it backward to the bay, seeing little of the outside world save per haps for 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 it's way.
 Always there had been no hand of