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This, he informed the axe-man, must be driven by the fall of the tree. As in the previous contests, three classes of performers quickly manifested themselves the expert, the man of workmanlike skill, and the absolute duffer. The lumberjacks produced the implements they had that noon so carefully ground to an edge. It was beautiful to see them at work.
While they were packing, Tom, in order to make them understand that they had gained the ill-will of desperate men, decided to tell them of the dynamiting of the tree, and declared that it was his belief that Peg Tatem's lumberjacks had done the deed, intending that the tree should fall on the camp while they were asleep.
Anyhow, I took out a mite of insurance ag'in' sich a happenin'. I got me this here provision company to feed your men.... Ever happen to think what would happen in the woods if your lumberjacks run short of grub? Eh?... And suppose it happened, and your men come bilin' out of camp, sore as bears with bee stings. What then, eh? Couldn't git another crew this winter, maybe. Eh?" Crane blustered.
In the meantime Willy Horse had reached the lumberjacks' bunk-house. "Dam go out! Water come down!" he shouted to make himself heard. "Big Boss say come quick." The fiddler ceased playing, and the dancers gazed at the Indian, not fully understanding. "Water come down! Come quick! Run!" This time they understood.
Hippy put out a hand, but was sorry for it afterwards, for the bear-like grips of the lumberjacks left it a "pulp," as Hippy Wingate expressed it. Work on a new dam was begun that very day. Tom and Hippy, though lame and sore, and, at odd moments, a little dizzy, were at the dam all day long directing the work of clearing away the wreck while part of their force cut fresh spiles in the woods.
So far as her first impressions went, Roaring Lake appeared to be mostly frequented by lumberjacks addicted to rude speech and strong drink. "Are there many people living around this lake?" she inquired. "It is surely a beautiful spot. If we had this at home, there would be a summer cottage on every hundred yards of shore." "Be a long time before we get to that stage here," Benton returned.
When they got to "Big Dick," as the lumberjacks called Dakota, hills and rocks were so hard to find that Paul rigged up the revolving rock. This was much appreciated by the Seven Axemen as it enabled them to grind an axe in a week, but the grindstone was not much of a hit with the Little Chore Boy whose job it was to turn it.
The jacks were a hardy two-fisted lot of men, Swedes, Norwegians, French Canadians, half-breeds and a few sturdy Americans, though the latter were greatly outnumbered. Tom was bossing the gang and doing it like a man who had handled lumberjacks before. "Why so rough with them?" remonstrated Grace. "Because I know the breed.
And of course, once they get in, we have to round them up on Sunday afternoon and get them back on the job. Hence the mad- train." "Do they fight, Mr. Cardigan?" "Frequently. I might say usually. It's quite an inspiring sight to see a couple of lumberjacks going to it on a flat-car travelling thirty miles an hour." "But aren't they liable to fall off and get killed?" "No.
"Young Cardigan is probably the only man in Sequoia dashed awkward if they should become interested in each other at this time. Everybody in town, from lumberjacks to bankers, has told me what a fine fellow Bryce Cardigan is.
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