The rivermanIllusby and Clarence FUnderwood . meeting his obligations without the necessity ofhypothecating the California timber; and was the betterpleased for it. With the break-up of spring he started con-fidently with the largest drive in the history of the river, amatter of over two hundred million feet. This tremendous mass of timber moved practically inthree sections. The first, and smallest, comprised probablythirty millions. It started from the lowermost rollways onthe river, drove rapidly through the more unobstructedreaches, and was early pocketed above Monrovia in theCompa
The rivermanIllusby and Clarence FUnderwood . meeting his obligations without the necessity ofhypothecating the California timber; and was the betterpleased for it. With the break-up of spring he started con-fidently with the largest drive in the history of the river, amatter of over two hundred million feet. This tremendous mass of timber moved practically inthree sections. The first, and smallest, comprised probablythirty millions. It started from the lowermost rollways onthe river, drove rapidly through the more unobstructedreaches, and was early pocketed above Monrovia in theCompanys distributing booms. The second and largest sec-tion of a hundred million came from the main river andits largest tributaries. It too made a safe drive; and wasbrought to rest in the main booms and in a series of tem-porary or emergency booms built along the right bank andupstream from the main works. The third section contain-ing a remainder of about seventy million had by the twenty-sixth of June reached the slack water above the city I XXXVIII THE morning of June twenty-sixth dawned was early on the road before the heat of theday. He drove his buckboard rapidly over thetwelve miles that separated his home from the distributingbooms, for he wanted at once to avoid the heat of the firstsun and to arrive at the commencement of the days a glance at the river, he entered the tiny office and setabout the examination of the tally sheets left by the he was engaged in this checking, the foreman, TomNorth, entered. The rivers rising a little, he remarked conversationallyas he reached for the second set of tally boards. Youre crazy, muttered Orde, without looking up. Itsclear as a bell; and there have been no rains reported fromanywhere. * Its rising a little, just the same, insisted North, goingout. An hour later Orde, having finished his clerical work,walked out over the booms. The water certainly had risen;and considerably at that.
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