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I'm out in this country a good deal for my health. This thing interests me." "Sure," replied Orde, puzzled. "Look all you want to. The scenery's free." "Yes. But can you put me up? Can I get a chance to stay with you a little while?" "Oh, as far as I'm concerned," agreed Orde heartily. "But," he supplemented with one of his contagious chuckles, "I'm only river-boss.
One night Jules Brydon, the young river-boss, camped with his men at Bamber's Boom. He was of parents Scotch and French, and the amalgamation of races in him made a striking product. He was cool and indomitable, yet hearty and joyous.
"Obey orders if you break owners" is a good rule, but a really efficient river-boss knows a better. It runs, "Get the logs out. Get them out peaceably if you can, but get them out." He does not need a field-telephone to headquarters to teach him how to live up to the spirit of this rule. That might involve headquarters. Jimmy was such a river-boss. Therefore when Mr.
A maudlin rendition of "Harrigan, That's Me," followed them long after they had rounded a corner. Steve looked down and smiled casually into Barbara's wide and startled eyes. "That's a river-boss," he explained, "enjoying what he considers a roaring good time. His name is Harrigan.
He was a gentleman, in spite of all, and this man was a common river-boss. Presently he drew himself up with an air. The heavy board was still in his arms. Brydon came over and took the board, looking him squarely in the eyes. "Mr. Rupert," he said, "I want to ask something." The old man nodded. "I helped you out of a bad scrape on the river?" Again the old man nodded.
He had married late in life, and his wife had died, leaving him one child a girl. She grew to womanhood, bringing him daily joy. She was beloved in the settlement; and there was no one at Bamber's Boom, in the valley of the Madawaska, but was startled and sorry when it turned out that Dugard, the river-boss, was married.
One night Jules Brydon, the young river-boss, camped with his men at Bamber's Boom. He was of parents Scotch and French, and the amalgamation of races in him made a striking product. He was cool and indomitable, yet hearty and joyous.
He was a gentleman, in spite of all, and this man was a common river-boss. Presently he drew himself up with an air. The heavy board was still in his arms. Brydon came over and took the board, looking him squarely in the eyes. "Mr. Rupert," he said, "I want to ask something." The old man nodded. "I helped you out of a bad scrape on the river?" Again the old man nodded.
Far off white eddying drifts were rising over long hillocks of snow. When he turned round again his face was troubled. It grew more troubled, then it brightened up again, and he said to Hume: "Captain, would you leave that book with me till you come back that about infirmities, dangers, and necessities? I knew a river-boss who used to carry an old spelling-book round with him for luck.
Jimmy pleaded guilty, and was fined five hundred dollars or ninety days in jail. To the surprise of everybody he fished out a tremendous roll and paid the fine. The spectators considered it remarkable that a river-boss should carry such an amount. They had not been present at the interview between Jimmy and his principal the night before. The latter stood near the door as the little man came out.
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