The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1920-11-05

| ouds3S NAOotC, REPRESENTING t1lS tiGN
owner. called round this morning and
took me In tow. He said his client
knew the property held for me GER
tain sentimental value which wasn't
transferred in the deed, and so the
judge had been instructed to have the
skid road planked and the forest trail
grubbed out-for me. 1t appears that
| the valley is going to be public
park, after all, but for the present and
while live. 1t is my private park"
This Is perfectly amazing, partner. "
"It's mighty comforting" his father
admitted. Guess the new owner must
be one of my old friends-perhaps
somebody l did favor for once
and this is his way of repaying. I'd
like to know the name of the owner.
I'd like mighty well to say thank you
to him. 1t isn't usual for people now
adayS TO have as much respect for
sentiment in an old duffer like me as
the fellow has. He sort of makes me
feel as if hadn't sold at ALL"
Buck Ogilvy came out of the Bon
Gusto restaurant with MORA, just as
Bryce. with George Sea Otter at the
wheel of the Napier, drove up to the
curb. They left MORA at her board
ing house, and rolled noiselessly away.
At nine o'clock they arrived at
Cardigan's log landing and found Jim
Harding, the bull-donkey engineer.
placidly smoking his pipe in the cab.
Bryce hailed him. \
THAT you, Jim?"
you bet"
run up to Jabe Curtis shanty and
tell him we're here Have him gather
his gang and bring two pairs of
overalls and two jumpers-large size
with him when he comes"
Presently the woods-boss, accom-
panied by thirty of his best men, came
down to the log landing. At Bryce's
order they clambered aboard the en-
CINE and tender, hanging on the steps,
on the roof of the cab, on the cow
catcher-anywhere they could find
toe-hOld. Buck Ogilvy cut off the air;
and the locomotive and tender began
TO glide slowly down the almost i'm
perceptible grade. With slight click
1t cleared the switch and slid out onto
the Cardigan lateral, swiftly gather
ing speed. A quarter Of a mile down
the line Buck Ogilvy applied the
brakes and eased her down to twenty
miles per hour. ... ..-. ..-.
AT the junction with the main line
Buck backed briskly up into the
Lagunda Grande woods. and coupled
to the two loaded fiat cars. The
woods gang scrambled aboard the
flats, and the train pulled out for Sc
quota. Forty minutes later they rum
bled down Water street and slid to a
grinding halt at the intersection of B
street.
From the darkness of Cardigan's
drying yard, where they had been
waiting, twenty picked men of the
mill crew now emerged. bearing Ian
terms and tools. Under Buck Ogilvy's
direction the dirt promptly began to
fly. while the woods crew unlOaded the
ra..s and piled them close to the side
walk. - .- . r...
Suddenly Il voice, harsh and strident
with passion, rose above the thud of
the picks and the cang of metal.
who's in charge here, and what in
bIazes do you mean by cutting my
tracks". .-- u.s. ,F ...
Bryce turned in time to behold Col.
Seth Pennington leap from an auto
mobile and advance upon Buck Ogilvy.
OgiIvy held u lantern up to the Colo
nePS face and surveyed Pennington
calmly.
Colonel" he began with exasperat-
ing pOliteness, II presume you are
Colonel Pennington my name is
Buchanan p. Oglivy. and l am in
charge of these operations. l am the