Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1920-03-12

remington, mllllonNlfe Wnlte-plHe
operator from Michigan. From n
chair-warmer on the porch of the
Hotel SequOia, the Colonel had heard
the tale of how stlff-neckcd old John
Cardigan had called the bluff of equal
" stff.necked Bill Henderson; so for
the next few weeks the Colonel. under
pretense of going hunting or fishing
on Squaw creek, managed to make a
fairly accurate cursory cruise of the
Henderson timber-follOwing which
he purchased II from the delighted
Bill for a dollar and quarter per
thousand feet stumpage.
No man Is infallible, and In plan
ming his logging operations In the San
Iledrln watershed John Cardigan
presently made the discovery that he
had erred In judgment. That season.
from May to November, his woods
crew put thirty million feet of logs
into the San Hedrin river. while the
mill sawed on reserve supply of logs
taken from the last of the old chop
pings adjacent to Squaw creek. That
year, however. the rainfall In the San
fIedrin country was fifty per cent.
less than normal, and by the first of
May of the following year Cardigan's
woods-crew had succeeded In driving
slightly less than half of the cut of
the preceding year to the boom on
tldewater at the mouth of the river.
UNLESS the Lord'll gi' us lot more
water in the river" the woods-boss
t.cTavish complained, 81 dlnna see
how I'm TO keep the mill runnin'."
He was taking John Cardigan up the
river bank and explaining the situa-
ton. 1.-The heavy butt-logs hae sunk
to the bottom" he continued. "Wle Il
normal head o. water, the lads'll move
them, but WI the drappie we have the
MOO" He threw up his hamlike
hands despairingly.
Three days later cloud-burst filed
the river to the brim; II came at night
and swept the river clean Of Cardi-
gans clear logs. An army of jug.
gernauts, they swept down on the
boiling torrent to tidewater, reaching
the bay shortly after the tide had
commenced to ebb.
Now, a chain Is only as strong as
Its weakest link, and log-bOom Is a
chaplet of small logs linked end to
end by means of short chains; hence
when the vanguard of logs on the
lip of that food reached the log
boom, the impetus Of the charge was
too great to be resisted Straight
through the weakest link In this boom
the huge saw-logs crashed and out
over Humboldt bar TO the broad Pa
cific. With the ebb tide some Of them
came back, while others, caught In
cross-currents, bobbed about the bay
FL night and finally beached at widely
scattered points. Out of the fifteen
million feet of logs less than three
million were salvaged. and this task
in itself was an expensive operation.
John Cardigan received the news
calmly. He turned from the manager
and walked away through his logged
over lands, across the little divide
and down into the quarter-section Of
green timber he had told McTavlsh
not TO cut. Once In the Valley of the
Giants. he followed well-worn foot
path to the little amphitheater, and
where the sunlight filtered through
like a halo and fell on plain little
white marble monument, he paused
and sat down on the now almost de-
cayed sugar-pine windfall.
"rye come for little comfort,
sweetheart" he murmured to her who
slept beneath the stone. Then he
leaned back against redwood tree,
removed his hat, and closed his eyes,
holding his great gray head the while
n little to one side In a listening atti-
tude. Long he sat there. grent,
time-bltten devotee at the shrine Of
his comfort; and presently the har-
ried look left his strong. kind face
and was replaced by a little president