Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER VII IN A LOGGING CAMP (Concluded) I Slept soundly that night, and was awakened in the morning by the mad clatter of an alarmclock. It was about four o'clock. I could hear Fitz-Adams getting up in the little chamber which serves him as a sleeping-room and an office. He went below, and soon had the fires roaring fiercely in the kitchen and lobby; and I could hear him call to the women to get up and get breakfast. Next he appeared in the loft, and aroused the teamsters. In an incredibly short time they were dressed, and had lit their lanterns, and were gone to the stable to feed and tend their horses. I got up with them, and was nearly dressed, when the boss reappeared in the loft. He walked down between the rows of beds, laying heavy hands here and there upon sleeping figures, and raising his voice to the call: "Come, roll out of this, you damn !" There was no ill-temper in his manner or tone; it was simply his habitual way of rousing the crew. I was first at the run, first at the towels and comb, and was sitting in warm comfort behind the stove when the other men came shambling from the loft, their eyes blinking in the sudden light of the lobby. We had beefsteak and potatoes and bread and coffee for breakfast. As soon as he had finished his meal, I went up to the boss to remind him of my existence, for he had in no way noticed me since Saturday night. "You'll help the teamsters load bark, Buddy. Have you got any gloves?" "No," I said. "Then come this way." We went together to the office, and he spread before me a number of new pairs of heavy skin gloves. "I don't know which will be best suited to the work that you want me to do," I said. "Won't you select a pair for me?" "My advice to you, Buddy, is to wear them mits," and he...
