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Updated: May 2, 2025
There were four loggers at work in a redwood forest, one January afternoon, rolling a great log with peevies and handspikes out of a chaos of fallen trunks. The Bush, a wall of sombre green, spangled here and there with frost, and impressively still, closed in about the little gap they had made.
There was a man in our town, In our town, in our town There was a man in our town, He made a logging-bee; And he bought lots of whiskey, To make the loggers frisky To make the loggers frisky At his logging-bee. The Devil sat on a log heap, A log heap, a log heap A red hot burning log heap A-grinning at the bee;
Even the "pig-iron loggers" the hardwood men had gleaned the last stick from the ridges, and Hilarity had become but a name on the map. Only those remained who were old or crippled, and a few a very few who had undertaken to grub out tiny farms among the stumps.
Therefore, the loggers were only too willing to renew their contracts for another year. This did not satisfy Newmark, however. "What we want," he told Orde, "is a charter giving us exclusive rights on the river, and authorising us to ask toll. I'm going to try and get one out of the legislature."
When I looked at the quantity of food we had prepared, I thought it could never be all eaten, even by thirty-two men. It was a burning hot day towards the end of July, when our loggers began to come in, and the "gee!" and "ha!" to encourage the oxen resounded on every side.
When his slatternly wife had complained: "Them miners an' loggers jest louzes up a body's house," he had wagged his head dejectedly and spread his great black-nailed hands. "If that's ther wu'st thing they does hit'll be a plum God's blessin'," he replied. "Ther law p'intedly fo'ces a tavern-keeper ter sleep an' eat man an' beast ef so be they kin pay."
Margot had been a good teacher and Adrian had been eager to learn what he had not already done from the loggers. Pierre had been puzzled by "commissariat" and "expedition" and felt that he had evened matters nicely. "Oh! I know. A thoroughfare is a river, and a dead water is a lake. And a carrier is yourself!" To show his new skill he caught up the canoe and inverted it over his own head.
During lumbering days it was an active, bustling place, being the nearest town to which the loggers, drivers, tree-fellers, millmen and others could flee for their weekly recreation and periodic carouses. Yet it must not be thought that the town was wholly given over to roughness.
A sudden summons from his patient at the loggers' camp the next day brought him again to the fateful redwoods. But he was vexed and mystified to find, on arriving at the camp, that he had been made the victim of some stupid blunder, and that no message had been sent from there.
Owen was accustomed to turning in all standing, as a sailor would say that is, with simply pulling off his boots or moccasins, whichever he chanced to be wearing, for a life in the woods does not allow of the customary preparations for bed; even the other two boys only removed their outer garments, though when the weather had been milder Cuthbert had indulged in the delight of pajamas; but the first frost had chilled his ardor in that line, and he had gradually come to copying Eli, who had the habits of the loggers of the great Michigan woods and waived all ceremony.
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