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Five minutes after tattoo Yearlings Davis and Poultney sauntered down the company street. "Suzz-zz! suzz-zz! Horwack!" came sonorously from the tent solely occupied by Plebe Holmes. "Great Washington!" muttered Poultney. "Who smuggled a sawmill into camp?" "The disturbance of the peace comes from this abode of beasts," declared Mr. Davis, halting and thrusting his head into the tent.
We have pines in Florida, but when you get right up to their northern limit you'll find a difference." "There's something in that," the sawmill man agreed. "If you're going up to their northern limit, you'll see some of the roughest and wildest country on this earth," declared the Hudson Bay agent.
They made the first settlement on the railroad safely; and Weston, hearing that a new sawmill had been started in a neighboring valley, set out the next morning in search of it, leaving Grenfell to dispose, of the camp gear and the horse.
There are living three eye-witnesses of what happened at that time: Frank and George Coe, ranchers on the Ruidoso to-day, and Johnnie Patten, cook on Carrizzo ranch. Patten was an ex-soldier of H Troop, Third Cavalry, and was mustered out at Fort Stanton in 1869. At the time of the Roberts fight, he was running the sawmill for Dr. Blazer.
John had built a sawmill on the brook a little way from the house, and already owned a flourishing trade, for the settlement about the lake from which Nepasset Brook sprung was quite large, and till John Perkins went there the lumber had been all drawn fifteen miles off, to Litchfield, and his mill was only three miles from Nepash village.
It was she who bound up your black eye after the battle with Bouncer, the bully, whose face and reputation you wrecked in the same hour for his oppression of the most helpless boy in school. That feat made you the leader of the secret society which met at awful hours in the deserted shanty just below the sawmill.
I don't know if you could find time one of these days to lend a hand with that sawmill?" Inger thought for a moment. "Ye s, if I can manage it. So you're going to set up a sawmill?" "Ay, 'tis my intention so. I've worked it all out in my head." "Will that be harder than the mill was?" "Much harder, ten times as hard.
"You could walk right on as Liz, the girl bandit of the Rockies," said Garth. "Don't you talk!" she retorted. "You look as if Liz had missed her cue, and you'd been through the sawmill!" And then Garth saw a black sleeve sticking out from behind a rock in the ravine below; and he got down to business. A little sigh of relief escaped him at the sight of his enemies at last. He fired.
Though she showed a full six inches of the red paint below her water-line, the loading of her freight had caused the delay. In the hold lay many parts of sawmill machinery. When the last of this clumsy cargo had settled to its allotted place, there was left an unusual void of empty blackness below the deck hatches.
Next day it rained very hard in fact, it was one of those storms that come every summer and do not seem to know when to go away. "The gate at the sawmill dam is closed," Harry told Bert, "and if the pond gets any higher they won't be able to cross the plank to open up the gate and let the water out." "That would be dangerous, wouldn't it?" Bert asked. "Very," replied Harry.
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