Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

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SENSATIONAL LOGGING. 85 THE DAM AFTEB BEING SPLASHED. velocity to the water, far below, are still to be seen, but the donkey-engine has largely superseded them. When these swift-moving logs strike the stream, the water dashes up and foams like a seething maelstrom. The men who jump about, pike-poles in hand, upon these crashing, rolling logs, which are now far under water, now up on end, and now lost in blinding spray, take their lives in their hands when they undertake this work. Up at the camp the horses still do their regular quota of labor. When other means of transporting them are not possible, they are used for hauling the logs. When the donkey-engine is used, a cable it attached to a log and the signal is given for the engine to wind up the cable. As it does so, the log moves slowly forward. "Hooktenders/' as they are called, are watching for snags, stumps and other obstructions; and as such are reached a signal is griven and the engine stops until the difficulty has been remedied. Back to the camp from scenes like these, and one realizes what it is that gives to those sturdy foresters their wholesome appetite for pork and beans and dried apple pie. But even in camp there comes a time when things begin to happen — a day when there is hurry, and excitement, and danger. It is the event of the year. "Going to splash the dam to-morrow, Pete?" calls the cook to the "jobber," as the latter is making ready to pile into his bunk for the night. "So I hear," yawns the jobber; "good f er us, great sport, eh ?" "Yep, get the boys out early." And the boys get out early. They get out and have breakfast at four o'clock. No one would miss that splash, even if he could. Pike-poles, axes, ropes, dynamite — everything is ready. The great feature of the log drive is at hand. The four massive gates, which hold back the waters in the reservoir, and which are held in place by heavy braces on each abutment, are to be