Author: Holman DayPublisher:
ISBN:
Category : Lumbering
Languages : en
Pages : 400
Book Description
Romance of a young man and his battle with the timber-barons of the great Maine woods.
King Spruce
Author: Holman DayPublisher:
ISBN:
Category : Lumbering
Languages : en
Pages : 400
Book Description
Romance of a young man and his battle with the timber-barons of the great Maine woods.
King Spruce: A Novel
Author: Holman Francis DayPublisher: Library of Alexandria
ISBN: 1613106238
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 493
Book Description
ÊThis was the first time Wade had been inside the doors of ÒCastle Cut ÕEm,Ó the name the humorists of Stillwater had given the dominating block on the main street of the little city. The up-country men, with the bitterness of experience, and moved by somewhat fantastic imaginings, said it was ÒKing SpruceÕs castle.Ó In the north woods one heard men talk of King Spruce as though this potentate were a real and vital personality. To be sure, his power was real, and power is the principal manifestation of the tyrant who is incarnate. Invisibility usually makes the tyranny more potent. King Spruce, vast association of timber interests, was visible only through the affairs of his court administered by his officers to whom power had been delegated. And, viewed by what he exacted and performed, King Spruce lived and reignedÑstill lives and reigns. Wade, not wholly at ease in the presence, for he had come with a petition like the others, gazed about the reception-room of the Umcolcus Lumbering and Log-driving Association, the incorporatorsÕ more decorous title for King Spruce. It occurred to him that the wall-adornments were not reassuring. A brightly polished circular-saw hung between two windows. It was crossed by two axes, and a double-handled saw was the base for this suggestive coat of arms. The framed photographs displayed loaded log-sleds and piles of logs heaped at landings and similar portraiture of destruction in the woods. Everything seemed to accentuate the dominion of the edge of steel. The other wall-decorations were the heads of moose and deer, further suggestion of slaughter in the forest. A stuffed porcupine on the mantel above the great fireplace mutely suggested that the timber-owners would brook no rivalry in their campaign against the forest; they had asked the State to offer a bounty for the slaughter of this tree-girdler, and a card propped against the Òquill-pigÓ instructed the reader that the State had already spent more than fifty thousand dollars in bounties.
King Spruce
Author: Day HolmanPublisher:
ISBN: 9780243742042
Category :
Languages : en
Pages :
Book Description
King Spruce, A Novel
Author: Holman DayPublisher: DigiCat
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 309
Book Description
The young man on his way to "Castle Cut 'Em" was a clean-cut picture of self-reliant youth. But he was not walking as one who goes to a welcome task. He saw two men ahead of him who walked with as little display of eagerness; men whose shoulders were stooped and whose hands swung listlessly as do hands that are astonished at finding themselves idle. The young man, with the memory of his college classics sufficiently fresh to make him fanciful, found suggestion of chained monsters in the aspect of those shrieking mills, with slip-openings like huge mouths. That same imagery invested the big building on the hill with attributes that were not reassuring. But he went on up the street in the sunshine, his eyes on the broad backs of the plodders ahead. King Spruce was in official session. Men who were big, men who were brawny, yet meek and apologetic, were daily climbing the hill or waiting in the big building to have word with the Honorable John Davis Barrett, who was King Spruce's high chamberlain. Dwight Wade found half a dozen ahead of him when he came into the general office. They sat, balancing their hats on their knees, and each face wore the anxious expectancy that characterized those who waited to see John Barrett. Wade had lived long enough in Stillwater to know the type of men who came to the throne-room of King Spruce in midsummer. These were stumpage buyers from the north woods, down to make another season's contract with the lord of a million acres of timber land. Their faces were brown, their hands were knotted, and when one, in his turn, went into the inner office he moved awkwardly across the level tiles, as though he missed the familiar inequalities of the forest's floor.
King Spruce, A Novel
Author: Holman DayPublisher: Alpha Edition
ISBN: 9789356377219
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 0
Book Description
King Spruce, A Novel, a classic since it was first published. Has been considered important throughout the human history, and so that this work is never forgotten we have made efforts in its preservation by republishing this book in a modern format for present and future generations. This whole book has been reformatted, retyped and designed. These books are not made of scanned copies and hence the text is clear and readable.
King Spruce A Novel
Author: Holman DayPublisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 286
Book Description
he young man on his way to "Castle Cut 'Em" was a clean-cut picture of self-reliant youth. But he was not walking as one who goes to a welcome task. He saw two men ahead of him who walked with as little display of eagerness; men whose shoulders were stooped and whose hands swung listlessly as do hands that are astonished at finding themselves idle. A row of mills that squatted along the bank of the canal sent after them a medley of howls from band-saws and circulars. The young man, with the memory of his college classics sufficiently fresh to make him fanciful, found suggestion of chained monsters in the aspect of those shrieking mills, with slip-openings like huge mouths.
King Spruce A Novel
Author: Holman DayPublisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 286
Book Description
he young man on his way to "Castle Cut 'Em" was a clean-cut picture of self-reliant youth. But he was not walking as one who goes to a welcome task. He saw two men ahead of him who walked with as little display of eagerness; men whose shoulders were stooped and whose hands swung listlessly as do hands that are astonished at finding themselves idle. A row of mills that squatted along the bank of the canal sent after them a medley of howls from band-saws and circulars. The young man, with the memory of his college classics sufficiently fresh to make him fanciful, found suggestion of chained monsters in the aspect of those shrieking mills, with slip-openings like huge mouths.
King Spruce
Author: Holman DayPublisher: Literary Licensing, LLC
ISBN: 9781497998629
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 252
Book Description
This Is A New Release Of The Original 1908 Edition.
King Spruce
Author: Holman DayPublisher: Theclassics.Us
ISBN: 9781230265681
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 106
Book Description
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 edition. Excerpt: ...he reported, and Britt whirled on his heel and led the way out. " After supper, after supper, John!" he snapped, testily, when the other repeated his plea for advice. " We'll come back here and find a plan blossoming in our cigar smoke." They hurried away to the cook-camp, bending against the rush of the wind. " Put some wood on that fire, Tommy," Britt called over his shoulder. With the scent of the inebriate, Tommy had sniffed whiskey when he opened the camp door; his drunkard's eye caressed the bottle that the Honorable Pulaski had forgotten to replace in the cupboard. He stood dusting from his sleeves the bark litter of the wood he had brought and softly snuffled the moisture at the corners of his mouth as he gazed. One wild impulse suggested that he take the bottle and run into the woods. "No," said Tommy, aloud, in order that his voice might brace his determination. " It would be stealin', and, bless God, Tommy Eye never stole when he was sober. I may have stole when I was drunk and didn't know it, but I never stole when I was sober." He paused. " I wish I wasn't sober," he sighed. He took up the bottle, turned it in his grimy hands, gustfully studied the streakings of its oil on the glass, and at last sniffed at the open mouth. " Ah-h-h-h, rich men have the best, and they have plenty. Some people don't think it is wrong to steal from rich men. I do. But if he was here he'd probably say; ' Tommy, you have brought the wood--you have mended the fire. It is a cold night, and sure the wind is awful! Tommy, take one drink with me and work the harder for P'laski Britt on the morrer.'" He took the bottle away from his nose, stared at the window's black outline, listened to the clattering frame, and muttered, again sighing: " Sure and them...
Author: Holman Francis Day