Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1920-07-23
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know something, now, OF the tie that
binds my boy to Sequoia. This"--he
waved bis arm abroad in the dark.
ness-"this is the true essence Of life
TO create, to develop the gifts that
God has given us--to work and know
the blessing of weariness-to have
dreams and see them come true. That
am ready to rest" He smiled visit.
fully. "'The king is dead. Long live
the king wonder II you, raissz-sas
you have been, can face life In SCI a.
resolutely with my son. II Is I'll,
drab sawmill town, where life unfolds
gradually without thrill-where the
years stretch ahead of one with only
trees, among simple folk. The life
may be hard on you, Shirley one has
to acquire taste for II, you know"
II have known the lit of battle,
John-partner," she answered; ''hence
I think can enjoy the sweets Of vic.
tory. am content"
sand what run you did give that
boy Brycep
She laughed softly. II wanted him
to fight; had a great curiosity to see
the stuff that was In him." she ex.
planned.
Next day Bryce Cardigan, riding the
top log on the end truck of long
train Just In from Cardigan's woods
In Township Nine, dropped from the
end Of the log as the train crawled
through the mill yard on It's way to
the log dump. He hailed Buck Ogilvy,
where the latter stood In the door Of
the office.
big doings up on Little Laurel
creek this morning, Buck"
do tellp Mr.. Ogilvy murmured
morosely.
ut was great" Bryce continued,
"Old Duncan McTavish returned.
knew he would. His year on the
mourner's bench expired yesterday,
and he came back to claim his old job
of woods boss"
Hes one year too late" Ogilvy de-
clared. II wouldn't let that big Cana.
dian Jules Rondeau quit for farm.
Some woods boss, that-and his first
Job with this company was the dirtiest
you could hand him-smearing grease
on the skid road at dollar and half
day and found. He's made too good
to lose out now. don't care what his
private morals may be. He can get
out the logs, hang his rascally hide
and Tn for him"
Tn afraid you haven't anything ia
say about 1t, Buck Bryce replied
dryly.
Il haven't ehi Well, any time you
deny me the privilege of hiring and
hring you're going to be out the servI
Ice Of a rafting good general mana
ger, my son. Yes, siri II you hold
me responsible for results I must Sc
lect the tools want to work with"
"Oh. very WELL" Bryce laughed,
Have II your own way. Only II you
can drive Duncan McTavish out Of
Cardigan's woods I'd like to see you
do II. Possession Is nine points OF
the law, Buck-and Old Duncan is In
possession"
what do you mean--in possession7"
II mean that at ten o'clock this
morning Duncan McTavish appeared
at our log landing. The whisky fat
was all gone from him and he ap-
peared forty years old instead of the
sixty that he Is. With a whoop he
came jumping over the logs, straight
for Jules Rondeau. The big Canuck
saw him coming and knew what his
visit portended-so he wasn't taken
unawares. It was a case of fight for
his job-and Rondeau fought"
"The devil you sayw
81 do-and there was the devil To
pay. II was rough and tumble and
no grips barred-just the kind of .
fight Rondeau likes. Nevertheless Ola
Duncan floored him. While he's been
away somebody taught him the ham,
mer lock and the crotch hold and q
few more fancy ones, and he got b
work on ROndeau In a hurry. N
fact he had to, for II the tussle had
gone over Ave minutes Rondeaut
youth would have decided the issue"
"And Rondeau was whippedr
"To a whisper Mac fioored him,
and choked him until he bsat the
ground with his free hand in token Of
surrender; whereupon old Duncan let
him up, and Rondeau went to his
shanty and packed his turkey. The
last saw Of him he was headed over
the hill to Camp Two on Laguna
Grande. He'll probably chase that as
sistant woods boss / hired after the
consolidation out of Shirley's woods
and help himself to the fellows job.
I don't care II he does. What interests
me is the fact that the old Cardigan
woods boss Is back on the Job In Car
digan's woods, and I'm mighty glad Of
II. The old hOrsethief has had his
lesson and will remain sober here
after. l think he's cured"
''The Infamous old outlawt
Mac knows the San Hedrin as I
know my own pocket. He'll be a tower
of strength when we open up that
tract after the railroad builds In. BY
the way, has my dad been down this
mornings"
"Yes. MORA read the mail -Auk.,n
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