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Updated: June 5, 2025
"I'll see, boys," said he. When the breakfast was over the crew were set to making skidways and travoy roads on eight. This was a precedent. In time the work on the plains was grumblingly done in any weather. However, as to this Radway proved firm enough. He was a good fighter when he knew he was being imposed on.
They had been helping the skidders to place the parallel and level beams, or skids, on which the logs were to be piled by the side of the road. The tree which Tom and Hank had just felled lay up a gentle slope from the new travoy road, so little Fabian Laveque, the teamster, clamped the bite of his tongs to the end of the largest, or butt, log. "Allez, Molly!" he cried.
"I've got a notion on that," said Orde. "First thing is to get the material together." A hardwood forest topped the slope. Into this went the axe-men. The straightest trees they felled, trimmed, and dragged, down travoy trails they constructed, on sleds they built for the purpose, to the banks of the river.
The rest of it is scattered all the way along the travoy." "What! All our provisions gone?" wailed Hippy. "No. They were strung up high enough to be out of the way," spoke up Grace. "You are wrong, Grace," differed Tom. "A log must have ended up and broken the rope. At least the rope is broken and most of our supplies appear to have been carried away. We are now back to first principles.
At once he began to bellow through the woods. "Hey! FitzPatrick! Come here, you blank-blanked-blank of a blank! Come here!" The sealer swung leisurely down the travoy trail and fronted the other with level eyes. "Well?" said he. "Why ain't that log marked?" "I culled it." "Ain't it sound and good? Is there a mark on it? A streak of punk or rot? Ain't it good timber?
These were details to which Thorpe applied his mind. As he pushed through the sun-flecked forest, laying out his roads, placing his travoy trails, spying the difficulties that might supervene to mar the fair face of honest labor, he had always this thought before him, that he must apply his mind. By an effort, a tremendous effort, he succeeded in doing so. The effort left him limp.
Owing to the fact that the shores of Pike Lake were extremely precipitous, it had been impossible to travoy the logs up over the hill. Radway had sounded carefully the thickness of the ice with an ax. Although the weather had of late been sufficiently cold for the time of year, the snow, as often happens, had fallen before the temperature.
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