Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1916-02-16

Also, nowhere Is there a strongs. {
prejudice against any manifestation of I
personal superiority, any exploitation t
of what may lie east of the Cascades
To them the man and the place are i
one-East and Fastener.
They felt for him that contempt I
which only the seasoned feel for the '
inexperienced. And with the quick i
ness which was his characteristic, the f
new owner sensed the feeling among t
them. 1t only added to that tumble of l
sensations and impressions which had 6
crowded thick upon him from the first t
and which he had had no time to
assert and get under control. He had I
simply laid them away for future at 6
tention. IL
In the meantime he went quickly at r
the work of settling himself in the I
new environment. A load of lumber a
was brought up the slough on the /
punt from the mill at Toledo and four
men were put to building small Of '
flee. 1t was set at the edge of the n
slough, bit below the cook-shack. a
where it commanded from its two east r
ern windows and door the track, the S
reading donkey. the log-trail and the c
rollway, and from the southern one o
the winding slough, the rest of the t
track and the lower rollway, where
the donkey engine left the logs, its
duty done. After that they rolled J.
down with much splashing to the i.
row ribbon of water which, with III
cry flood tide backed in from the bly, WI
lifted them high and trundled thd sett
grinding and grooming, slowly doyforti
perhaps to the mill at Toledo, perhst a ps
to be laced together with mammHe is
chains, built into great raft ar IL
towed out to the ocean to voya
along the coast, down to southern c.
ifornia or up to Portland. A tiIb;ch
wheezy tug fused about the backwind
ter for the express purpose of startig a
the monster RATS out on the ebb. lout
Inside the new Office were installa blu
roll-top desk, case Of books, mot b.
or two and several chairs, beside mot
small stove. Here. with the four pin
walls around him, Walter Sandry
last looked around and called himse
at home. The drawers of the ne
desk were full of documents and me1
oranda, the history, with statistics al
records down to the minutest deteo
of the Dillingworth Lumber compan
These he set himself to master as hi
first step toward the vast golden goss~,.s
Of the dream that had brought him +
west. 8
Very shrewdly he decided to take r
nothing out of the capable hands of ;
his foreman. There had been a sort of 4
tense pause in the camp pending this T
development. When it became appar- +
ent that things were to go on as |
usual the work went forward as If /
line had been loosened. 1
Big John Daily had gone about dur {
ing the few days of uncertainty with |
the unruff1ed calm of his quiet nature, t
though there was a small, very small c
ache somewhere inside him. Ever |
since he could remember, his life had q
been cast in Daily's lumber camp S
when his father, old John Daily, had s
logged with oxen on the eastern slopes I
of the Coast range and there was no '
jerkwater railroad in to Yaquina bay. q
When a 200-foot fir had tottered out
of line and sent the old man forever S
into silence in the roaring thunder of q
it's fall, the boy John, at seventeen, /
had picked up the reins of government i
in the camp and carried on the work. f
abetted and aided by that efficient Q
general. his mother. With the years +
of his young manhood he had worked,
following the wilderness as progress I
pushed it backward to the bay, seeing s
little of the outside world save per- '
haps for a trip, once In three years. 10
Portland or down to San Francisco. :
and always during the past 1t had been q
the Dillingworth Lumber company ,
into whose vast holdings the camp mad 9
cut its way.
Always there had been no hand OF
mower in the hills save his own. no
superyision 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 good breath
and went ahead once more.
AS for the new timber magnate. ne
cot down at the new desk on the flrst
dav of his occupancy of the little office
on the slough's edge and wrote MS :
first letter.
II was on a printed letterhead:
Diliingworth Lumber Company
Toledo Oregon. 7
near Dad: Excelsior! fancy I'm on I
~ 20 the world! Wish you could step In
hers for an hours chat The country
.ron,d amaze you as 1t has me with its
nighty bigness. You feel IKE an atom