Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1920-04-02

Rowrmher. Rill, II don't buy your
timber, youl never log 1t yourself
and neither will anybody else. You'll
be- stuck with it for the next forty
yc1r~-an1 taxes aren't getting any
iuv.er."
"r0 hang on little longer, !
think"
Il 'h,.E 50 ton" Jonn Card' ,an rr-
pied. And that night. as was his
won't. even though he realized that il
Profound understanding of the business
prnhhm- 10 which he was heir, John
carr. 9ln discussed the SquaW creek
timber win his son, relating to him
the details Of his conversation With
the owner
Bryce poudcrcd "But isn't it
cheaper t. give him his price on Squaw
creek timber than go logging in the
san lledrin ana have to build twenty
miles OF logging railroad to get your
logs to the mill?"
1T would be, son, If l had to build
the railroad. Fortunately, ! do not.
I'll just shoot the logs down the hill
side To the San Hedrin river and
boom on tideWater"
Bryce looked at his father admir-
ingly. Il guess Dan Reyes is right,
Dad" he said. Dan says you're
cra2y-like a fox. Now know why
you've been picking up claims in the
San lIcdrin watershed"
mo, YOU don't, Bryce. I've never
told you, hut I'll tell you now the
real reason. humboldt county has no
rail connection with the outside world,
so we are forced to ship our lumber
by water. but some day railroad
will he built in from the south-from
San Francisco; and when it comes. the
only route for II to travel IS through
our timber in the San Hedrin valley.
I've accumulated that ten thousand
acres for you, my son. for the railroad
will never be built in my day. 1t
doesn't matter, son. You will still be
logging there fifty years from now.
And when the railroad people come to
you for right of way, my boy. give
il to them. Don't charge them cent.
1t has always been my policy to en-
courage the development of this
county, and I want you to he for
ward-looking, public-spirited citizen.
That's why I'm sending you East to
nnlInua Nnn'vn hnan horn onI 70 Sal
In this town, and you must see more
Of the world. Listen to me, son.
You're only a boy, and you can't I'M
derstand everything l tell you. but
some day understanding will come to
you. You mustn't fail the people who
work for you-who are dependent upon
your strength and brains and enter
prise to furnish them with an oppor-
tunty for life. liberty. and the pursuit
of happiness When you are the boss
of Cardigan's mill, you must keep the
wheels turning; you must never shut
down the mill or the logging camps
in dull times just to avoid loss you
can stand better than your employees"
His hard, trembling old hand closed
over the boys. Il want you to be
brave and honorable man." he con-
Guided
True to his word, when John Card-
gan finished his logging in his old,
original holdings adjacent to SequOa
and Bill Henderson's Squaw creek
timber, lie quietly moved south with
his Squaw creek wOods-gang and join
ed the crew already getting out logs
in the San Hedrin watershed. Not
until then did Bill Henderson realize
that John Cardigan had called his
bluff-whereat he cursed himself for
a fool and poor judge of human ma
ture. He had tried hold-up game
and had failed; dollar a thousand
feet stumpage was fair price; for
years he had needed the money; and
now. when 1t was too late, he realized
his error Luck was with Henderson.
however, for shortly thereafter there
came again to SequOia one Colonel
Pennington, millionaire white-p pine
operator from Michigan. From
chairwarmer on the porch Of the
Hotel SeuuOia, the Colonel had heard
the tale of how stiff-necked old John
Cardigan had called the bluff of equal
ly stiff-necked Bill Henderson; so for
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