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The Epic Lumberjack

Lee J. Smits. "The Epic Lumberjack."
Seattle Star [Seattle, Washington] 17-29 November 1920.

Artist Unknown

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The Epic Lumberjack. He Did Wonders. Let's Collect Yarns. Do You Know Any?

Standing alone in his might and in his inventiveness is "Paul Bunyan", central figure of American meager folk-lore.

If you have never heard of him, you brand yourself what the old-time lumberjack would designate as a "satchel-carrying, cigaret-smoking, beet-pulling hay-kicker, a high-bank dude."

And if you are a high-bank dude, meet "Mr. Bunyan", the man who dug the Great Lakes, logged off North Dakota, the winter of the blue snow, and started the Mississippi River.

Exploits American In Bigness And Wildness.

The exploits of this epic hero of the tall timber are American in their bigness and wildness, and are being collected carefully by certain university professors who are interested in preserving them for posterity.

"Paul's" prowess has been told of from Maine to Oregon, but of late years he has been especially famous in the Pacific Northwest. He will pass away with the last of our ravaged forests.

In solemn drawl, you can hear of "Paul" and his titanic activities from any old-timer of the woods. No one ever saw him, but everyone is familiar with his works, and wonder is piled upon wonder when pipes are drawing and the shanty boys spin yarns.

Outdoor Imagination Required For His Deeds.

Only among pioneers could "Paul" thrive. His deeds are inspired by such imagination as grows only in the great out-of-doors. For hours at a time, lumberjacks will pile up the achievements of their hero. Each story is a challenge, calling for a yarn still more heroic.

The story-teller who succeeds in eliciting a snicker is an artist indeed, as the "Paul Bunyan" legends must be related and received with perfect seriousness.

"Paul Bunyan " has become a part of the every day life of the loggers. He serves a valuable purpose, in giving to every hardship and tough problem of toil in the woods its whimsical turn.

For example, a logger was recently pinned against a mountainside by an upset carload of logs. Both legs were broken, and it was hours before his companions could extricate him.

"I bet you was wishing we'd hustle up and get you loose," said one of his pals afterwards.

"Nope" was the response, "I kept hoping "Paul Bunyan" would come along and hitch old Babe to the mountain and pull her out from under me". Babe is "Paul's" ox.

"Paul" is known wherever there is timber. He is now making his entrance into high-brow society thru the activities of students of folklore who are beginning to cultivate him.

To complete and preserve the legend of this mythical woods giant The Star invites you its readers to contribute such "Bunyan" tales as you may have heard.

They will be printed in The Star and then turned over to the University of Washington and the State Historical society for preservation. No doubt future generations will read of Paul Bunyan just as American school and university students study the exploits of the legendary heroes of Greece, Rome, Scandinavia and medieval Europe.


Artist Unknown

Babe, The Blue Ox, Brimstone Bill. Skating On Pork.

Trudging single file thru the snowy woods, I have heard lumberjacks recount solemnly the most amazing adventures. There are stories for instance of the time "Paul" logged off North Dakota. He has a blue ox, named Babe. This animal was seven ax-handles wide between the eyes. "Paul" was cutting on the Big Onion River the winter of the blue snow and he sent Babe from camp to camp to help out. Babe could only put up one night at a camp, because he would eat all the feed that could be hauled in a month. Big Ole was the blacksmith at headquarters and the only man strong enough to shoe Babe. Ole once carried a pair of shoes for Babe a mile and sank to his knees in rock at every step.

Brimstone Bill drove Babe. Instead of logging in the usual manner, Babe would be hitched to a quarter section which was hauled to the banking grounds, and shorn off its timber.

When the spring drive was on, Babe got to be a nuisance. He delighted to sneak up behind the drive and drink the river dry.

"Paul" excavated the Great Lakes to obtain a water supply for icing his roads in North Dakota, when it broke drown and sprung a leak, hence, the Mississippi.

When "Paul" was running his North Dakota outfit he had trouble in cooking flapjacks fast enough to feed the crew. To obtain this, Big Ole made a griddle that a man couldn't see across a foggy morning.

"Paul Bunyan" had a shotgun that required four dishpans full of powder for each barrel. It would kill geese so high in the air, that they'd spoil before hitting the ground.

His Deer Hound Started Armour. Helped Mr. Puget, Corn Grew Fast.

Editor The Star:
I ain't what you may call an author, but if you want to know about old Paul, why I can tell you. I was born in the Saginaw Valley when you had to look straight to the sky, and it was not fir them days, it was white cork and pine and clean as floor under them and I cut my teeth on a peavy and drove logs down the Saginaw in my first pair of pants and I knew Paul them days.

Paul, he had a deer dog, part hound and part injun dog that had been nursed on bear milk and was the biggest dog in Michigan. Paul he took his old gun one day and his dog Elmer and started out to get him some meat. Elmer he took a track and away he went. Paul he seen the deer was going straight away, so he took after him.

Paul knew if he could see the deer it was hissen, because his old gun Betsy she was loaded with two dishpans full of powder and a keg of railroad spikes. They run to Detroit and around Flint and up North again and Paul he seen by the tracks it was a big buck. A little boy had fell into one track in the mud and it was too deep for him to climb out.

Ten days after he started out the buck took to water at Muskegon and swum to the Wisconsin side. Paul hitched a scow to Elmer's tail and Elmer he towed Paul across Lake Michigan.

Finally the buck took south, and Paul seen him near Chicago, about four miles off and downed him.

"What am I going to do with all this meat?" says Paul, and just then Mr. Armour came along and gave Paul $1,000 for the buck, and offered him $1,000,000 for Elmer and Mr. Armour right there set up his big meat business.
George J. Sparks,
Gen. Del., Bellingham, Wash.

Editor The Star:
It certainly recalls old times to see my friend, Paul Bunyan, in print. My father used to tell me how Paul helped Mr. Puget dig the sound.

Mr. Puget had a government contract to dig the sound, but he did not know just how to go at it, so he sent for Paul. Paul came with Babe, the blue ox. He looked at the job, and scratched his head and said, "Why that's easy. They got glaciers in Alaska that can dig a sound." So he went to Alaska with Babe, and hitched onto a glacier and got all set up at the head of where the sound is now, and hollered "Giddap" to Babe.

But just then Babe saw a school teacher carrying a pink parasol. Babe never could stand pink, so he ran away. Paul dug his heels into the ground to keep from being dragged into the ocean. That accounts for Hood Canal. The school teacher's name was Hood.

Artist Unknown


Editor The Star:
I guess everybody has heard about Paul Bunyan's hard luck in Kansas. After he had logged off North Dakota, he decided to settle down with some of his pals, on a farm in Kansas.

"Boys, we will take it easy", he told them. He didn't know what was coming to him.

Some crook had sold him a farm where the soil was too rich, nobody had ever dared to plant anything on it. Paul went out to put in some corn. On the way to the field, he spilled a kernel, and after he had taken a few steps, he turned around and saw that the corn was knee high. He ran to the house to call Ole to watch the corn grow, and by the time he and Ole got back, the corn was higher than their heads.

It grew and grew. Paul sent for two of his best axmen, and they started in to cut it down, but it grew so fast that they couldn't get in two cuts at the same level.

Paul figured that if he could get the top cut off, the stalk would quit growing, so he told Ole to climb the stalk, Ole started up, but the stalk grew so fast he couldn't get anywhere, and when he tried to slide down he found that the stalk was growing faster than he could slide. Paul loaded up his shotgun with doughnuts and shot them up to Ole. The government sent word that Paul would have to cut down his corn stalk or be sued, because its roots were sucking the Mississippi River dry. Finally Paul sent for a lot of rails from his North Dakota line. The rails were a mile long. He knotted them around the cornstalk. As it grew, the rails cut into it and up came a cyclone and the stalk began to totter.

It was about three days falling. Where it fell one of the ears stuck into the ground and after they had burned out the cob they had a well 225 feet deep, lined on the sides with kernels of corn.

What about Ole? Oh, Paul looked after him. He sent up a balloon to rescue him before the cornstalk fell.

Paul Boiled A Lake To Cook His Beans.

Editor The Star:
My Dad worked for Paul Bunyan at the time that he dug out Puget Sound, and with the dirt taken out, built the Cascades. "Yes Sir," I have heard Dad speak of the time when Paul and his Blue Ox were taking supplies to a camp he had somewhere in the mountains; it was in the middle of the winter, and Paul decided to take a short cut across the lake near the camp. On nearing the center, the ice broke, and Paul, the blue ox and the wagon went thru. It happened that on this trip they were loaded with beans, (the little brown ones) and here they were, in the bottom of the lake. What did Paul do? Dad says that he got all his men together, and they built a fire all around the lake, got the lake to boiling and cooked the beans right there. "YES SIR." Dad says that they sure had service in them logging camps of his day. In the camp that he was in, they had men on roller skates running around the top of the dining tables, and another bunch of men mounted on wild broncos carrying the food to them from the kitchen. They had 126 women sweeping prunestones from under the tables, and at the back door of the kitchen there were six large steam shovels working day and night taking away the egg shells. "YES SIR."

And he remembers the time the Blue Ox got sick in the stomach; the cause was, that the animal had gotten loose and broken into a large warehouse full of baled hay. Well sir, the Blue Ox ate so much that he almost died. Paul had to have 28 men working in the animal's stomach for ten days rolling out bales of hay. "Yes Sir." Well eventually Mr. Blue Ox met his doom. It happened this way. Thru some mistake, Ole, the keeper, fed him 12 rolls of barbed wire, and you folks can imagine what the effect would be on anything's stomach. So Paul moved up into Alaska. He is still in the logging business, but everything is modern with him now - logs by airplane. On a bright day you can see his machines way up in the sky, going south to Mexico. "Yes Sir"; he has a contract to supply the Mexican government with timber to build their new navy. Ships like we have in Lake Union. "Yes Sir."
Tex Gordon.

Artist Unknown


He Drove Paul's Salt And Pepper Wagon

Editor The Star:
As long as you insist to know about Paul Bunyan of course I'll tell you all I know, and that's quite a lot. I first went to work for him in the winter of the blue snow. We were logging off Eastern Washington. Of course, I am an old lumberjack cook, but I got my start as a flunky for Paul. He only had a little camp in those days, nine cooks, and 75 flunkeys. The cookhouse was two miles long and the flunkys was on roller skates. We didn't use any pearl divers, the plates were nailed to the table and after meals we would get the hose and a broom each and scrub them every morning.

I drove the salt and pepper wagon. I used to get to the end of the table every night, and I'd start back the next morning, made three trips every week.

My bro, Dan had a contract hauling away the egg shells from the back door of the cookhouse. He kept four wagons busy all the time. One day the old blue ox ran away with the scraper, and it made quite a dent on the ground, and they called that the Columbia River.

The last time I worked for Paul I had a hard job. His camp was too big for me. I would hire nice clean flunkys and send them in the dining room with grub, and it took so long to get to the end, that it was their grandchildren came back, and some of them happened to be girls, and it's simply hell to mix girls and boys in a logging camp, so I quit.
Meat Burner.

Origin Of The Ox. His New York Trip. Race With Ostriches. Champion Pickles.

Editor The Star:
I believe you will find as you continue the compilation of stories about Paul Bunyan and his big blue ox, that the history is as varied as it is quaint and entertaining. There are many conflicting versions of the doings of Paul and his Blue Ox, but this conflict is merely the cause of friendly argument and does not detract from the interest in our own Northwest folk-lore.

I too have traced the history of Paul Bunyan. The following is submitted as possibly interesting, but not as absolutely authentic:

Forty Acres Couldn't Feed The Big Blue Ox

The origin of the Blue Ox has not been definitely traced. When he was first mentioned he was owned by a man named Robert Keagan, on "The Flowery Banks of Bay Shilore." Keagan had only 40 acres under cultivation. This was insufficient to supply fodder for the ox and Keagan was obliged to sell him.

During the "winter after the fall of the short oats," he was sold to Paul Bunyan, whose flaming ambition was urging him on to deeds of fame. Somewhere, either in the old country or on this side, Paul also came into possession of a little Blue Ox, and with these two animals of prodigious strength, he set out to make his fortune.

Paul first attracted attention apparently in his operations in the Michigan woods, and surrounding region. Other chroniclers are telling you the details of these experiences.

Blue Oxen Create Excitement In New York

Following his adventures there, he sought other fields to conquer and went to New York. His two blue oxen naturally created a sensation in the metropolis, and each day as he led them out onto the streets for exercise, crowds of curious spectators marched in procession after the oxen. The throngs became so great that a special detail of police was sent along to preserve order and prevent accidents.

The city folk enjoyed watching the two oxen eat and drink. The Big Blue Ox drank 15 tanks of water a day and the little Blue Ox drank seven. Paul had to buy up a whole feed store to provision them during his one week in New York. The little blue ox, being smaller naturally is not mentioned as often as the famous big one, but he did his share of stunts and the two of them were so tall that it took two men standing on ladders to yoke them.

Paul could have made big money in New York if he had charged admission to see the oxen, but it was not his nature to do such a thing. He was noted for his kind heart. That was one reason why everybody liked him. A vaudeville manager saw the financial possibilities of the oxen and offered Paul $50,000 a week to take them on tour. Paul laughed at him and pointed out the fact that no stage in the world was strong enough to hold the two oxen.

Ostrich Race. New York To Seattle.

Near the end of Paul's week in New York he found a man who made a proposition more to his liking. The man had a pair of fast running enormous sized ostriches, which he claimed could beat any animal in the world in a race. He offered Paul $100,000 as a bet on his "bird" winning a marathon against the blue oxen, from New York to Seattle. Paul promptly accepted the wager and the details of the contest were arranged.

It was a great day for New York. Thousands thronged about the starting line and looked with amazement on the principles in the race. A mighty cheer went up when the ostriches and the two blue oxen started off in a flash at the crack of the pistol.

There was really "nothing to it", the two blue oxen ran the whole distance from New York to Seattle, without stopping for breath. They ran so fast, they arrived in Seattle six hours ahead of their shadows. The sad part of the story is that the two remarkable ostriches died half way across the continent. The furious pace set up by the oxen broke their hearts.

Forty-Foot Sleigh To Haul Pickles

After the race was won, Paul hunted up the ostrich man and collected the $100,000. This money he used to start his camp in the Northwest. He got many huge logging contracts and soon collected a crew of the huskiest men ever seen in any country.

That first winter, Paul put in a billion feet of logs. The oxen didn't mind the hard work but demanded all the pickles they could eat. Paul had seven teams working day and night, hauling in sour pickles for them. The sleigh had 40-foot bunks and they built the loads so high they had to feed the top loaders with food sent up with toy balloons.

Paul had a monster chain made for his oxen, each link of which weighed 40 pounds. One day during the holidays in an exhibition contest the two oxen pulled the chain into an iron bar a mile long, and at the next pull brought the trunk of the tree out and left the bark and limb standing.
Very Truly,
H.C.

Drove Logs Down Missouri And Then Back Again

Editor The Star:
I worked for Paul Bunyan the winter of the blue snow. That spring he drove 10,000,000 feet of logs down the Missouri River, and when he got down there, they did not want them, so he had to drive them all back again.
C.L. Michaels,
Montborne, Wash.

30-Foot Bandsaw To Cut His Bread.

Editor The Star:
Paul Bunyan was one of the foremost lumbermen of his time (between B.C. and A.D.). It required thousands of men to operate his Pacific coast camp. A 30-foot bandsaw was used to cut the bread for lunch. The cookhouse had to be moved every few days to escape the accumulation of prune pits.

His beard grew so fast over night that it took root and pulled out his inferior maxillary. He was buried near the scene of the tragedy and not many years ago his body was unearthed and the news given to the world that a monster mastodon was discovered out in the far north.
John R. Gay
Everett, Wash.

Artist Unknown

Rain From China. The Death Of Babe. Prodigious Appetite. Warm Ice.

Editor The Star:
To me the names of Paul Bunyan, Billy Puget, Dad Hood and old man Elliot have always been closely associated. Each has his own coveted niche in the hall of fame, each lived, and labored, and passed away, but the deeds of these men have survived beyond the narrow scope of their earthly career, and should they be more universally known, the names of these heroes would linger long on the tongues of every bard.

They were all great men, but even so the name of Paul Bunyan stands a little higher than the rest. It glows like a brilliant star among the lesser ones to encourage men on to deeds of greatness.

The Year The Rain Came Up From China.

If I remember rightly, he came to this country astride his blue ox in the year of the blue snow, the same year that the rain came up from China.

Billy Puget, of Puget Construction Co. had the contract to dig the Sound that now bears his name. Of the group mentioned above, Elliot and Hood were sub-contractors, the former digging out now Elliott Bay, with his 40 badgers and mud-throwing catapult, the machine that piled the hills Seattleites now tread; the latter digging the far-famed Hood canal. Probably without the aid of Paul Bunyan the combined efforts of the other three would only have terminated in failure at such a vast undertaking.

As my memory would have it, the ox was a huge bluish beast, a mountain of strength and energy, measuring 42 axhandles and a plug of tobacco between the eyes.

Field Glasses To Keep Rear Feet In View.

His huge length necessitated that Bunyan always carry a pair of field glasses to keep the beast's rear feet within range of vision. The animal's principal diet consisted of baled hay and hot cakes. It had a passionate taste for the latter; for supper he generally ate 50 bales of hay, wire and all, and drank a mountain river dry.

When Bunyan first came to these parts, Puget had quite a camp at Mukelteo. At first he was rather skeptical about the prowess of the blue ox so he set Bunyan and his charge to the menial task of hauling egg shells away from the camp. When he saw that in three days the job was completed, his astonishment knew no bounds, for previous to this, two steam shovels running continuously for 24 hours were required to perform this task. Straightway were Paul and blue ox raised to a higher plane of prestige in the camp.

Captured The Last Fur-Bearing Goldfish.

Bunyan was indeed a great man and a hunter of no mean ability, for besides having the distinction of shooting the last dodo and capturing the last fur-bearing goldfish, it is said he overcame a ring-tailed bevalorus single-handed.

Walking one day thru the wooded aisles and leafy bowers of the picturesque country where Tacoma now stands, he was attacked by an animal that rushed at him jaws distended in fury. Paul picked up a club and struck it down the unfortunate's throat as an insurance against being bitten. Grabbing its long ears, he tied them in a knot above its head and then yelled with a yell that would shame a timber wolf. The beast died of fright.

Rain Tore Alfalfa Out By The Roots.

When the rainy season came that year I have previously stated that it came up from China. So it did, and tore all the hay and alfalfa out by the roots, so that now the diet of the blue ox must consist solely of hot cakes.

A stove seven blocks long and seventy new cooks were installed and twenty boys with hams tied to their feet would skate over its surface and thus keep it well greased. Hot cakes dough was mixed in tanks 60 feet square, and traveling cranes were installed to transport the dough from the mixer to the stove.

The last I heard of Bunyan and the ox, they were moving dirt by contract from Grays Harbor and with a Bagley scraper 73 feet wide.

Someone told me that later they worked at Panama. Bunyan might have, but not so with the ox, for I myself witnessed the untimely end of that faithful beast. One day goaded on by hunger, the ox became unmanageable; he jumped and kicked till he shook the ground, and he shook his tail backward and forward so furiously, that the wind of it blew over the cook tent, the ox broke his halter and straightway made for the place of eats. He entered and started consuming cakes with great voracity. He ate so fast, that hunger naturally just overcame prudence, and he accidentally swallowed the stove, and died that night from an attack of acute indigestion.

They butchered him on the spot, salvaged the stove and shipped the edible portion of the beast away in 60 refrigerator cars. And even now, when I sit and joust with a tough porterhouse steak, I think of the blue ox, how tough he was, and of the days that were.
W.L. Bartholet,
Marysville, Wash.

Boiling Coffee Froze So Quick The Ice Was Warm.

Editor The Star:
During the winter of the blue snow, Paul finished logging in Takota, and packed all his belongings on the blue ox, and came West. It was the coldest winter on record. While making breakfast one morning Paul set the coffee pot on the back of the stove while it was boiling, and it froze so quick the ice was warm.

It was right here on the Skomack away, that Paul met Puget, Hood and Rainier, that done so much to develop this part of the country, and here his son Jean was born. When he was 6 weeks old, he jumped out of his cradle and cut all four posts out from under Paul's bed. Paul said that the boy will be a logger if he lived.

Paul built his new camp, with everything new, even the dinner horn. Paul was bound to try that out, and the first time it was blown to call the men to dinner, he ran out of the cookhouse door, and gave one blast and down went three sections of green timber.
Timberblast


The Downcutter. Salt In the Ocean. Drowning A Dog. Chipmunks As Tigers.

It is only natural that the mist of legend should obscure the epic figure of Paul Bunyan, king of the tall timber. The Star has printed without question the stories it has received. The daily accumulation of Bunyan letters now includes many from those who knew the great man in person, who worked with him and are irritated by unreliable reports. Today The Star is able to print significant figures and other data gathered at first hand.

Mount Rainier Was A Gopher Knoll.

Editor The Star:
I take liberty to rise up in defense of the dead, my old friend Paul Bunyan. That which has been written for The Star, has been written from hearsay, and not by one who was on the ground at the time Paul brought his blue ox to the Pacific, for the purpose of digging the Sound.

At that time Mount Rainier was a gopher knoll and the Sound was a muskrat slough, and there was no salt in the Pacific Ocean. The cause for the salt being there now is the drainage from the kitchen sink in Paul's camp where I freshened salt pork for the beans.

The winter of the blue snow the Blue Ox was strained from trying to pull the crooks out of 18 miles of logging road. He cast a shoe at the time and it was thrown a mile and killed eight Swedes that were clearing a railway landing.

Now these are facts that should be handed down to posterity and not the ravings from the diseased mind, which has his dates mixed, together with his notes written from hearsay.

Hoping that nothing but the truth will appear in the columns of The Star in the future regarding Paul Bunyan and his Blue Ox, I wish to state further that he never owned a full-grown dog. His dog drowned when he was a puppy, in Lake Superior, breaking thru four feet of ice.
Yours for the truth,
Roony McNabb.

He Knew Paul Bunyan Back In Michigan.

Editor The Star:
I knew Paul Bunyan in Roscommon County, Michigan, when he was logging for Writs & Ketchum. He had 100 men in his camp. Ninety-nine were from Peterborough, Canada. They were seven feet across the shoulders, six feet across the hips, and 11 feet tall. The other one was the chore boy, of medium size, who weighed 200 pounds. He had a tough time, because the Canadians played catch with him in the evenings. Those men used 22 pound double-bitted axes, with 12 to 14 feet rope, so they could chop both ways. They tripped all the roots and sent the whole trees in. Prune pits from the cook shanty were baled and taken to the woods, where chipmunks ate them until they were so big, people shot them for tigers, a barrel sat on the table full of four-foot wood for toothpicks.

If anyone doubts this story, he can find out the truth by going to Roscommon county, near Higgins Lake where Paul had a camp. He dug a well 168 feet and six inches deep. They pulled the curb up when he left, and the last time I was there the sand had blown away and left the hole sticking up in the air 60 feet.
A man from Big Lake, Wash.

Details Of Bunyan's Cook-House Arrangements.

Editor The Star:
Paul Bunyan only worked seven men in his camp, but they were picked men, exceptionally good loggers and well fed. He employed about 300 cooks in three shifts. Each shift had one meal to prepare. Paul had 600 flunkeys also in three shifts. They worked on roller skates. The bacon portion for each man consisted of six slices, each slice being the side of a 1,600 pound pig. Cakes were seven layers thick, with lots of cream jelly and fruit in between, and frosting deep enough to bog down an elephant.
John Pinetree
Balicksander.

Origin Of The San Juan Islands.

Editor The Star:
I remember when Paul Bunyan helped Puget dig the Sound. Just after they had finished, Paul and old Puget got into an argument as to who did most of the work. Paul got sore and said he would show Puget, so he started shoveling the dirt back, and that is what made the San Juan Islands.

Paul's ox got lost in the wilds of Canada once, and his tracks were so far apart they had a hard time finding him. One hoof print weighed seven tons. A man and his wife fell into one of Babe's tracks. Their son got out of it when 53 years old, and reported the incident.

After Paul and Puget had their little argument, Paul hit out for new fields. He landed up in B.C. on Big Timber Creek, where the trees were so large that it took seven weeks to walk the length of one, and a day and a half to walk around one. I worked for Paul a short time, pointing up twelve by twelve timbers that he used for toothpicks. But he broke so many picking his teeth, I quit. Paul built a shingle mill. He had nine miles of uprights, and did all the packing himself. He just had one packing frame and bin, and the shingles were carried to this bin on conveyors. He was such a fast packer, it took two men to oil his frame and one to pour water on his packing hammer to keep it cool.
D.M.D.

Anvil Used As Last In Half-Soling Shoes.

Editor The Star:
I have been reading your history of Paul Bunyan and his blue ox, and it reminds me of my visit to the camp. It was on a Sunday morning, and some of the men were fixing their clothes. One man was half-soling a pair of shoes, and he had a 600 pound anvil in one of them for a last, and he was using a 60 pound hammer nailing the soles on the spikes, and another one had 16 kegs of drag teeth calking up a pair of shoes, getting ready for a Round River drive.

For a grindstone they had a large stone and it took 27 horses to run it and the men did not dare to bear on heavy, for fear of stopping it. The smallest man they had in camp that winter was the chore-boy, and he was so large that it took two surcingles to make him a belt.

The tote team came in and unloaded and started back to the railroad for another load. There were 16 four-horse teams and all they hauled was soda for hotcakes, and they had to work Sundays and Holidays to keep up. I rode out with one of them, and as we were leaving, I noticed 15 to 20 of the flunkeys with peavies and spiked skids, as I supposed, rolling logs into a large vat, but one of the skinners told me it was link sausages they were getting ready for breakfast.

I was up to Marysville the other day and met old George Dilling, and he said that he was sure that the blue ox was killed here on the Sound. The company that he worked for, for the last 65 years, bought a quarter of him and made corned beef of it and he said he thought they had about three carloads of it left.
Hal Harrington.

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