the riverman-第6部分
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squabbles?〃
Reed started to say something; but was immediately cut short by the
irate captain。
〃I've nothing to do with that; settle it in court。 And what's more;
you'll have something yourself to settle with the State! About;
face! Forward; march!〃
The men faded into the gray light as though dissolved by it。
A deep and respectful silence fell upon the men; which was broken by
Orde's solemn and dramatic declamation。
〃The King of France and twice ten thousand men
Marched up the hill; and then marched down again;〃
he recited; then burst into his deep roar of laughter。
〃Now you see; boys;〃 he said; digging his fists into his eyes; 〃if
you'd put up a row; what we'd have got into。 No blue…coats in mine;
thank you。 Well; push the grub pile; and then get at those logs。
It's a case of flood…water now。〃
But Reed; having recovered from his astonishment; had still his say。
〃I tell ye; I'm not done with ye yet;〃 he threatened; shaking his
bony forefinger in Orde's face。 〃I'll sue ye for damages; and I'll
GIT 'em; too。〃
〃See here; you old mossback;〃 said Orde; thrusting his bulky form to
the fore; 〃you sue just as soon as you want to。 You can't get at it
any too quick to suit us。 But just now you get out of this camp;
and you stay out。 You're an old man; and we don't want to be rough
with you; but you're biting off more than you can chew。 Skedaddle!〃
Reed hesitated; waving his long arms about; flail…like; as though to
begin a new oration。
〃Now; do hop along;〃 urged Orde。 〃We'll pay you any legitimate
damages; of course; but you can't expect to hang up a riverful of
logs just on a notion。 And we're sick of you。 Oh; hell; then! See
here; you two; just see that this man leaves camp。〃
Orde turned square on his heel。 Reed; after a glance at the two
huge rivermen approaching; beat a retreat to his mill; muttering and
wrathful still。
〃Well; good…bye; boys;〃 said Daly; pulling on his overcoat; 〃I'll
just get along and bail the boys out of that village calaboose。 I
reckon they've had a good night's rest。 Be good!〃
The fringe of trees to eastward showed clearly against the whitening
sky。 Hundreds of birds of all kinds sang in an ecstasy。 Another
day had begun。 Already men with pike…poles were guiding the sullen
timbers toward the sluice…way。
IV
When Newmark awoke once more to interest in affairs; the morning was
well spent。 On the river the work was going forward with the
precision of clockwork。 The six…foot lowering of the sluice…way had
produced a fine current; which sucked the logs down from above。 Men
were busily engaged in 〃sacking〃 them from the sides of the pond
toward its centre; lest the lowering water should leave them
stranded。 Below the dam the jam crew was finding plenty to do in
keeping them moving in the white…water and the shallows。 A fine
sun; tempered with a prophetic warmth of later spring; animated the
scene。 Reed had withdrawn to the interior of his mill; and appeared
to have given up the contest。
Some of the logs shot away down the current; running freely。 To
these the crews were not required to pay any attention。 With luck;
a few of the individual timbers would float ten; even twenty; miles
before some chance eddy or fortuitous obstruction would bring them
to rest。 Such eddies and obstructions; however; drew a constant
toll from the ranks of the free…moving logs; so that always the
volume of timbers floating with the current diminished; and always
the number of logs caught and stranded along the sides of the river
increased。 To restore these to the faster water was the especial
province of the last and most expert crewthe rear。
Orde discovered about noon that the jam crew was having its
troubles。 Immediately below Reed's dam ran a long chute strewn with
boulders; which was alternately a shallow or a stretch of white…
water according as the stream rose or fell。 Ordinarily the logs
were flushed over this declivity by opening the gate; behind which a
head of water had been accumulated。 Now; however; the efficiency of
the gate had been destroyed。 Orde early discovered that he was
likely to have trouble in preventing the logs rushing through the
chute from grounding into a bad jam on the rapids below。
For a time the jam crew succeeded in keeping the 〃wings〃 clear。 In
the centre of the stream; however; a small jam formed; like a pier。
Along the banks logs grounded; and were rolled over by their own
momentum into places so shallow as to discourage any hope of
refloating them unless by main strength。 As the sluicing of the
nine or ten million feet that constituted this particular drive went
forward; the situation rapidly became worse。
Tom; we've got to get flood…water unless we want to run into an
awful job there;〃 said Orde to the foreman。 〃I wonder if we can't
drop that gate 'way down to get something for a head。〃
The two men examined the chute and the sluice…gate attentively for
some time。
〃If we could clear out the splinters and rubbish; we might spike a
couple of saplings on each side for the gate to slide down into;〃
speculated North。 〃Might try her on。〃
The logs were held up in the pond; and a crew of men set to work to
cut away; as well as they might in the rush of water; the splintered
ends of the old sill and apron。 It was hard work。 Newmark;
watching; thought it impracticable。 The current rendered footing
impossible; so all the work had to be done from above。 Wet wood
gripped the long saws vice…like; so that a man's utmost strength
could scarcely budge them。 The water deadened the force of axe…
blows。 Nevertheless; with the sure persistence of the riverman;
they held to it。 Orde; watching them a few moments; satisfied
himself that they would succeed; and so departed up river to take
charge of the rear。
This crew he found working busily among some overflowed woods。 They
were herding the laggards of the flock。 The subsidence of the water
consequent upon the opening of the sluice…gate had left stranded and
in shallows many hundreds of the logs。 These the men sometimes;
waist deep in the icy water; owing to the extreme inequality of the
bottom; were rolling over and over with their peavies until once
more they floated。 Some few the rivermen were forced to carry
bodily; ten men to a side; the peavies clamped in as handles。 When
once they were afloat; the task became easier。 From the advantage
of deadwood; stumps; or other logs the 〃sackers〃 pushed the unwieldy
timbers forward; leaping; splashing; heaving; shoving; until at last
the steady current of the main river seized the logs and bore them
away。 With marvellous skill they topped the dripping; bobby;
rolling timbers; treading them over and over; back and forth; in
unconscious preservation of equilibrium。
There was a good deal of noise and fun at the rear。 The crew had
been divided; and a half worked on either side the river。 A rivalry
developed as to which side should advance fastest in the sacking。
It became a race。 Momentary success in getting ahead of the other
fellow was occasion for exultant crowing; while a mishap called
forth ironic cheers and catcalls from the rival camp。 Just as Orde
came tramping up the trail; one of the rivermen's caulks failed to
〃bite〃 on an unusually smooth; barked surface。 His foot slipped;
the log rolled; he tried in vain to regain his balance; and finally
fell in with a heavy splash。
The entire river suspended work to send up a howl of delight。 As
the unfortunate crawled out; dripping from head to foot; he was
greeted by a flood of sarcasm and profane inquiry that left no room
for even his acknowledged talents of repartee。 Cursing and ashamed;
he made his way ashore over the logs; spirting water at every step。
There he wrung out his woollen clothes as dry as he could; and
resumed work。
Hardly had Orde the opportunity to look about at the progress
making; however; before he heard his name shouted from the bank。
Looking up; to his surprise he saw the solemn cook waving a frantic
dish…towel at him。 Nothing could induce the cook to attempt the
logs。
〃What is it; Charlie?〃 asked Orde; leaping ashore and stamping the
loose water from his boots。
〃It's all off;〃 confided the cook pessimistically。 〃It's no good。
He's stopped us now。〃
〃What's off? Who's stopped what?〃
〃Reed。 He's druv the men from the dam with a shotgun。 We might as
well quit。〃
〃Shotgun; hey!〃 exclaimed Orde。 〃Well; the old son of a gun!〃 He
thought a moment; his lips puckered as though to whistle; then; as
usual; he laughed amusedly。 〃Let's go take a look at the army;〃
said he。
He swung away at a round pace; followed rather breathlessly by the
cook。 The trail led through the brush across a little flat point;
up over a high bluff where the river swung in; down to another
point; and across a pole trail above a marsh to camp。
A pole trail consists of saplings laid end to end; and supported
three or four feet above wet places by means of sawbuck…like
structures at their extremities。 To a river…man or a tight…rope
dancer they are easy walks。 All others must proceed cautiously in
contrite memory of their sins。
Orde marched across the first two lengths confidently enough。 Then
he heard a splash and lamentations。 Turning; he perceived Charlie;
covered with mud; in the act of clambering up one of the small
trestles。
〃Ain't got no caulks!〃 ran the lamentations。 〃The of a of
a pole…trail; anyways!〃
He walked ahead gingerly; threw his hands aloft; bent forward; then
suddenly protruded his stomach; held out one foot in front of him;
spasmodically half t