One Man's Calling : One Man's Calling, ch 66 by Wayne Fowler |
In the last part Ben conducted a church service and three weddings in Cloverdale, California. He learned that Beth could sing beautifully. They continued their northerly trek, veering off the main road as the Holy Spirit led them to a sawmill operation.^^^^^^^^^^Ben approached what appeared to be a tent where a boss might work, leaving Beth with the wagon and team. “Looking for help?” Ben asked an older man sitting at a makeshift table working at some ciphers.“Maybe. You’ll have ta wait ‘til nearly dark fer Perkins to come in. He’s …” The old man pointed skyward with the two fingers that remained of his right hand, “… in the timber.”Ben thanked him and returned to Beth. “It’ll be a couple hours. Let’s set up a camp out there at the edge, away from the steam-powered saw. I’ll work the team a while.”Beth was agreeable.“Lookin’ fer work, are ya?” the boss was Ben’s twin in size and shape, although thirty years his senior. “Ever do any loggin’?”“Some, back in Arkansas. Some pine, mostly hardwoods, oaks. But mostly firewood.”“See yer hands.”Ben showed him.“Hmmmp. Not calloused, but you work. You got size, give ya that. I pay two dollars a day, ax or bucksaw. C’n ya work chains an’ tackle?”Ben nodded.“We walk up the hill at first light. Ya got a woman. C’n she cook biscuits? New cook. He’s fine with beans ‘r meat, but his biscuits ‘r bricks.”“She can cook.”“Dollar a day fer all she c’n bake up. She don’t have ta do nuttin’ else. Oh, an’ she’s safe ‘nough up here. These’re fine boys up here. No liquor. That’s the key. Just makes men stupid… an’ careless.”Ben nodded his agreement and gratitude.Perkins called to him again as he began to walk away. “Meals are included. Hey, yer team. C’n they pull a log?”Ben turned back. “They’re green. I’m just training them to the harness. I wouldn’t trust them on a slope.”“C’n they pull to a block an’ tackle?” He meant for the more stable operation of loading logs onto a wagon.“If I’m the one to handle them?”Perkins squinted and nodded. “Dollar a day that we use ‘em.”“Each?” Ben asked.“Each.” Perkins dismissed Ben as if he’d just lost a bargain.Beth was excited about the whole prospect – nervous about being the only woman in a camp full of men out in the wild, but excited to be of use.+++The first day was work with the team loading logs.Perkins sought out Ben before light, waking him by softly calling his name. Ben was startled not by being awakened, but by the shock that the ruffian as Perkins presented the day before could behave softly and gently.“You’ll see what I mean about bricks fer biscuits. We’ll use yer team this morning. Reason we didn’t bring any logs down yesterd’y. Our team couldn’t get the logs down and load ‘em up too ‘fore dark.”“I’m up,” Ben said, making sure he didn’t uncover Beth while he rose with Perkins standing close by.“Tell the Missus ta ask fer Chuck. Ain’t his name, but that’s what he is, Chuck.”“Chuck,” Beth said, her head under the cover.Perkins laughed, “Chuck.” He repeated as if mimicking Beth. He laughed again.Ben’s team performed to his satisfaction.With two wagons loaded, Ben’s team was expected to be hitched to the second one. Another man, Dell, Ben learned was the driver. Ben had looked the brakes over before agreeing to his team’s use.
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