Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1922-10-07

ordinary circumstances, ana the work
that was being pushed had LEFT no tilac
for anything else.
BaeEhring was impossible, for the
wind came up the cleared road from
the muSkeg with hurricane force. VII
ton posted his men along the near side
Of the way. TO beat out the patches Of
flame that would spring up from the
burning brands carried over it by the
wind.
The confiagration came roaring
down on them before many minutes
had passed. It seemed to gather force
as It advanced. The smoke was Sti-
fling. They could see one another
only dimly in the swirling fog.
The line of fire shot through the
cracking ferns and underground be
fore them. and reached the edge of
the cleared way. Then the workers
found themselves surrounded with a
/ ring of fame The trees and grass
were alight behind them And along
the muskeg edge the condagration had
thrust out gripping tentacles of flame
that edged round and in toward the
engine-sheds.
Shouting TO those nearest him to fol
low, Wilton ran down toward the
swamp. But when the g. qde came
into sight he saw something that
caught his cry and killed it on his lips.
OF a sudden his veins seemed to run
ice for blood. The fire had caught the
4 trestling and was running along the
timbers eating its way toward the
east bank.
But what made him catch his breath
and clench his fists was this: the fire
was moving eastward and yet it could
not have started on the west bank, for
here the treStling was completely hid
den under the foundation, over which
the flames could not pass. The fire
had started in the middle of the mus
keg, and had been started there Of
design.
1t was the end of everything. Big
Muskeg would remain unspanned after
all, when Bowyer assumed control.
The engine-houses were ire-red ru-
ms, belching up a black, sticky smoke
that clogged the fighters lungs and
settled in fine particles Of black dust
all over them. Drums of oil and gnso-
line exploded with the salvoes Of ar
tillery. shooting up streamers Of flame
sky-high. Rivulets Of fire broke forth
and streamed through the camp,
spreading the destruction.
The encircling arms Of the cOnfla-
grafton had thrust their fingers all
about them through the forest, which
was ablaze in every direction. But
in the open space itself the fire had
been stayed, though hardly anything
was left except the kitchens aud
bunk-houses. The sheds and engine
houses had gone up in few minutes.
and now glowed fiercely with an in
tense heat, but without fame.
The fighters had done all they
could do, and that was nothing. They
could do nothing more now, except 10
guard the bunk houses from the rivers
of blazing OIL Wilton found a few
men and told them to take spades and
I
these torrents, in order to divert them.
The Hunkies, mad with drink, gath
cred in clusters at the doors OF the
bunk houses and jeered at the men
who fought to save them; and these,
too disconsolate to care, having at
last secured the remaining structures,
flung down their spades and drew out
of their way. Everyone knew this was
the end.
Out Of the smoke came the figure
of MCGEE, the head locomotive engl-
neer His hair was crisped like ne
gros-he was as black, and the tears
had furrowed white channels down his
cheeks.
ITS all gone" he shouted. "Noth
ing but scrap-iron and junk. Wen
have a bargain sale" He recognized
Wilton and seized him by the arm.
"Who set that blazer" he screamed.
Man, there was gasoline, gallons Of
it, soaking the sheds before ever the
fire come there. They were soaked
with it. Who did It? Show me the
d-n skunk!" he shouted. half beside
himself.
1T doesn't matter now" said VIII
ton.
MCGEE raved, curslng and sobbing.
and suddenly rushed away into the
smoke and was lost to view.
Wilton was making his way toward
his shack before 1t occurred to him
that he would not find it. Yet there
was the safe, He would stay guard
over that. To his immense surprise,
however. he discovered that the shack
had escaped the conhagration, though
nothing remained of Kittys but a few
hlackened beams. A backfire had
been set successfully. The grass was
burned all about the place, and some
/ OF the tirnbers were scorched. but that
was all. The shack was an oasis IN
the devastation of cinders. Jules
hal stuck TO his post.
Wilton knew there had been treach
cry. He knew that Bowers appear
ance at the portage had not been
chance. Bowyer had not driven miles
| from Cold Junction by coincidence.
! wilton had no doubt that the fire was