s of the catastrophe with
volubility.
"Hee's not fonny dat she bre'ks t'rough," he said. "I 'ave see dem bre'k
t'rough two, t'ree tam in de day, but nevaire dat she get drown! W'en
dose dam-fool can't t'ink wit' hees haid--sacre Dieu! eet is so easy, to
chok' dat cheval--she make me cry wit' de eye!"
"I suppose it was a good deal my fault," commented Radway, doubtfully
shaking his head, after Laveque had left the office. "I ought to have
been surer about the ice."
"Eight inches is a little light, with so much snow atop," remarked the
scaler carelessly.
By virtue of that same careless remark, however, Radway was so confirmed
in his belief as to his own culpability that he quite overlooked
Fabian's just contention--that the mere thinness of the ice was in
reality no excuse for the losing of the horses. So Pat and Henrys were
not discharged--were not instructed to "get their time." Fabian Laveque
promptly demanded his.
"Sacre bleu!" said he to old Jackson. "I no work wid dat dam-fool dat no
t'ink wit' hees haid."
This deprived the camp at once of a teamster and a team. When you
reflect that one pair of horses takes care of the exertions of a crew
of sawyers, several swampers, and three or four cant-hook men, you
will readily see what a serious derangement their loss would cause. And
besides, the animals themselves are difficult to replace. They are
big strong beasts, selected for their power, staying qualities, and
intelligence, worth anywhere from three to six hundred dollars a pair.
They must be shipped in from a distance. And, finally, they require
a very careful and patient training before they are of value in
co-operating with the nicely adjusted efforts necessary to place the
sawlog where it belongs. Ready-trained horses are never for sale during
the season.
Radway did his best. He took three days to search out a big team of
farm horses. Then it became necessary to find a driver. After some
deliberation he decided to advance Bob Stratton to the post, that
"decker" having had more or less experience the year before. Erickson,
the Swede, while not a star cant-hook man, was nevertheless sure and
reliable. Radway placed him in Stratton's place. But now he must find a
swamper. He remembered Thorpe.
So the young man received his first promotion toward the ranks of
skilled labor. He gained at last a field of application for the accuracy
he had so intelligently acquired while road-making, for now a false
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