Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: an' we got to lay out the new one an' git it built. We won't start gittin' out no timber for a month yet. I'll git things a goin' an' then slip down an' pick up my crew. Why, haven't you got your crew? Connie glanced at the men who lay sprawled in little groups along the tops of the cars. Part of it. I'm fetchin' out thirty-five this time. That's 'nough to build the new camp an' patch up the old one, but when we begin gittin' out the logs, this here'll just about make a crew for the new camp. I figger to work about fifty in the old one. Do you boss both camps? Hurly grinned. Don't I look able? You sure do, agreed the boy, with a glance at the man's huge bulk. They'll only be three or four miles apart, an' I'll put a boss in each one, an' I'll be the walkin' boss. The cars jerked and swayed, as the train roared through the jack pine country. I suppose this was all big woods once, ventured the boy. Naw?not much of it wasn't?not this jack pine and scrub spruce country. You can gener'llyalways tell what was big timber, an' what wasn't. Pine cuttin's don't seed back to pine. These jack pines ain't young pine?they're a different tree altogether. Years back, the lumbermen wouldn't look at nawthin' but white pine, an' only the very best of that?but things is different now. Yaller pine and spruce looks good to 'em, an' they're even cuttin' jack pine. They work it up into mine timbers, an' posts, an' ties, an' paper pulp. What with them an' the pig iron loggers workin' the ridges, this here country'll grow up to hazel brush, and berries, an' weeds, 'fore your hair turns grey. What are pig iron loggers? asked the boy. The hardwood men. They git out the maple an' oak an' birch along the high ground an' ridges ?they ain't loggers, they jest thi...