The Pulaskian., 1918-05-10

tear. The second night out dark over
took me before found a house, so
called to the Wandering Fairy and
told her il she would show me some
fat pine near some logs for bed /
would camp right there, and oh my,
she showed me the finest old fat pine
clay root and lots of fat pine knots
and l had the finest fat pine fire
ever enjoyed. The moon and stars
shone bright though it had rained the
biggest rain ever the night before and
the next night.
To begin at the beginning, | ram
bled over to Prof J. NJ. Hills, near
Ledwidge, Saturday evening Then to
get the Sunday paper he and and his
put up at Bigelow for the night anu
it rained. Pulaski county people ex-
pect it to rain when / come around
and I suppose Perry county people
soon will anticipate the same of me.
I felt like the rain would last so |
went to Wye to wait until it was over.
AS it cleared off nicely | got on thes
f. r. v. & I. T. train and went to
Thornburg, where | transferred to
Fourche River Lumber Company log
train. Did you ever ride log train,
Well, they don't furnish you with a
parlor car Sometimes the men are
hauled to their work on shay engine
I started out with them one morning
and | got to their timber camp, too.
But my, it was rough riding. I stood
up behind the tender and held on like
grim death. My face was on level
with the top of the tender and every
once in while the water would splash
out and fly in the air just missing me,
as luck would have it. One fellows
hat blew off. You see we were SO
busy holding ourselves on that we
could not spare a hand to hold our
hats with. I expected mine to go
every minute, but as it was a cap and
| had it pulled down over my ears, it
stayed with me. Just morning or
two before the shay turned over. The
Fourche River Lumber Company is
one of the most patriotic concerns in
the whole country and by riding the
men to work on shay engine it
makes them wish they were over on
the front in France taking a nice
pleasure ride in one of Uncle Sans
big new tanks. The company flies a
service flag and there are many stars
in it.
After taking in "The Narrows' I
accepted return engagement for the
night from J. D. Keys, the company
manager, at their camp, which he has
named Camp Pershing.
My invitation to return for the night
was given that I might listen to pa
triotic speeches by Bigelow speakers,
who came out to encourage the timber
jacks to subscribe for the Third Liber-
ty Loan. When the speakers arrived
they learned that Camp Pershing had
already beaten the record, for the
number of people in Perry county, in
buying Liberty Bonds and possibly
they had beaten any other community
in the state so they did not urge them
to buy, but passed some very compli-
mentary remarks to them and to the
laboring people generally about the |
handsome way they had supported the
loan. One man expressed their idea
this way. when my four-year-old kid
grows up he will ask me, Dad, you did
not go to the war; what did you do
to help VIM but wouldn't be asham-
ed if l could not tell him l did not
evan INV a T,ihprfv R0nd 2,'
In Mr.. Keys guest room I laid
awake most of the night listening to
the big storm. Next morning I visit
ed Taylor Boyett, who not feeling able
to walk, gave me instructions for I
reaching Flat Side Pinnacle, which Is
located seven miles by land lines
southwest of his place through the I
woods. | passed on settlers place on
the way. l crossed Big Branch q I
dozen times or more. 1t is pretty /
stream and well worth a separate |
write-up, but after having drank in
the beauties of The Narrows merc /
creek looked too tame for me to con-
slider. went up mountain and fol- |
lowed along the ridge on top of it in /
semi-circle direction until came to
a high pinnacle of rock which l as
cended The rock along here is most |
ly sand and stone, so Ithoughtit would |
be an easy matter with heavy ham
mer and cold chisel to cut my mi |
tials and the date on the topmost rock, |
but the rock was too hard to cut, so |
all / could do was to make a dim |
mark for the letters.
Ascending the Pinnacle | came to a I
quarry. Mr.. Boyett informed me that I
when he came to this country there |
were piles of rocks here blocked out |
roughly round with square holes |
through their center. An old French
man, from Hot Springs had made |
them. People visiting the mountains |
would roll one or two down for fun
until all were rolled away. He in
formed me that as I went up would