The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1923-05-25

With Curley Charley Yellow-head,
And Patsy Ward from off the clam
The kind of gang to break a Jam,
To clean a bar or rassle rum.
Paul Bunyan and his fightin' crew,
In "a or'5 or 2
They started out to find the pines
without much thought Of section lines.
So west by north they made their way
One hundred miles until one day
They found good timber logging land.
With roarin' water close at hand.
Now near the camp there was a
spring
That used to steam dixie every thing
One day the tote team brought sup
plies
Had on a load of mammoth size.
A load of beans. Just on the road
Beside the spring he ditched his load
And all those beans, the bloomin
mess,
Fell in the spring-ten tons l guess
He came to camp expecting he
Would get from Bunyan the G. II.
But Joe the cook. French Canuck
Said, Paul, ! teenk it Is &c luck
Fem spreng is hot. So Paul pardon
And we will have re grand boullon!
To prove the teamster not at fault
He took some pepper. pork and salt
A right proportion each Of these
And threw them in among the beans
And got enough and good soup too.
To last the whole of winter through
The rest of US were kind of glad
He split the beans when soup w,
had
Except the flunkeys; they were mac
Because each day they had to tramI
Three miles and tote the soup t
camp.
Joe had a stove, some furnace too.
The size for such a hungry crew.
Say what you will, 1t is the meat.
The pie and sinkers. choppers eat
That get results. 1t is the beans
And spuds that are the best machine:
For fallin' Norway. skiddin' pine
And keepin' hemlock drives in line
This stove of Joe's 1t was Zig
For cookin' grub that was so big
1t took solid cord Of wood
To git a fire goin' good
The flunkeys cleaned three fortie'
bare
Each week to keep a fire in there.
That stoves dimensions south t,
north,
From east to west and SO fourth.
don't remember just exact,
And do not like to state a fact
Unless I know that fact Is true
| For I would hate deceivin' you.
| But l remember once that Joe
| Put In a mammoth batch of dough
And then he thought Eat least h
tried) -
| To take 1t out the other side.
| But when he went to walk around
The stove iit was so far) he foun
That long before the bend he turne
| The bread not only baked. but burned
We had two young coons for Turnkey
Sam
| And Tom. Joe used to strap a ham
| On each foot of both of them
| when we had pancakes each A. \
| They'd skate around the stove-lid
for
| An hour or so and maybe more,
| And grease 'em for him. But one da
Old Pink-eye Martin anyway
He couldn't see so very good
Old Pink-eye he misunderstood
Which was the bakin-powder can.
And in the dough eight fingers ra
OF powder, biastin'-powder black
Those niggers never did come back
They touched q cake, flash. an
i poof!
Went Sam and Tommie through tn
| roof.
i We hunted for q month or so
But never found 'em-that you know
| Was the winter OF the black snow.
We put one hundred million feet
On skids that winter. Hard to bea
You say it was? 1t was some crew
We took it off one forty. too.
A hundred million feet We skid
That forty was pyramid:
1t runs up skyward to peak
To see the top would take a weel
The top OF it, it seems to me,
Was far as twenty men could see.
But down below the stuff we slide
For there was trees on all four side
And, by the way. a funny thing
Occurred along in early spring.
One day we saw some deeg track
there
AS big as that Of any bear.
Old Forty Jones tHe's straw boss o
The side where those there deer ha
Il gomez
He doesn't do thing but he
Thinks out scheme, and him an
me
We set key-log in pile
And watched that night for quite
i while
And when the deer came down I
drink
We tripped the key-log in a wink
We killed two hundred in the herd
: For Forty's scheme was sure a bir
. Enough OF venison we had got.
To last all winter with one shot.
Paul Bunyan had the biggest ste,
That ever was in camp that year.
: Nine horses he'd outpull and skid
He weighed ten thousand pounds, I
| did.
The barn boss (handy man beside.
Made him a harness of all the hid,
OF all the deer ct took 'em AID
And Pink-eye Martin used to haul
. His stove-wood In. Remember vet
| How buck-skin stretches when it
wet?
One day when he was haulin' wood
A dead stub that was dry and goot
One cloudy day. 1t started in
To rainin' like the very sin.
Well Pink-eye pounded on the OK
And beat him over roads and rocl
To camp. He landed there all rigl
And turned around-no log In sigh
But down the road. around the ben
Those tugs were stretchen witho,
end.
Well Pink-eye he goes in to eat.
The sun comes out with lots OF hea
r And dries the buck-skin that w:
damp.
And hauls the log right into cam
That was a pretty lucky crew
And yet we had some hard luck TO
You've heard of Phalen, doubI
jawed?
He had two sets of teeth that save