I think my shrine will be
dedicated to Our Lady of the Joyous Soul."
The rest of the week Orde was absent up the river, superintending in
a general way the latter progress of the drive, looking into the
needs of the crews, arranging for supplies. The mills were all
working now, busily cutting into the residue of last season's logs.
Soon they would need more.
At the booms everything was in readiness to receive the jam. The
long swing arm slanting across the river channel was attached to its
winch which would operate it. When shut it would close the main
channel and shunt into the booms the logs floating in the river.
There, penned at last by the piles driven in a row and held together
at the top by bolted timbers, they would lie quiet. Men armed with
pike-poles would then take up the work of distribution according to
the brands stamped on the ends. Each brand had its own separate
"sorting pens," the lower end leading again into the open river.
From these each owner's property was rafted and towed to his private
booms at his mill below.
Orde spent the day before the jam appeared in constructing what he
called a "boomerang."
"Invention of my own," he explained to Newmark. "Secret invention
just yet.
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