I traveled down a little used road through the deep woods,
traversing a path that grew less and less navigable with
each mile. Deeper and deeper we went into that unknown world,
until we broke into the open to find a great field of huge,
rotting stumps——stumpland it’s called. It was an awesome
sight with stumps everywhere. I dropped to my knees and
tried to reach around one stump, only to find that I
couldn’t begin to encompass it. Think of the stories those
old stumps could tell, stories of tough lumberjacks who
faced the wilderness in below zero weather to harvest trees
for the lumber barons of the 1890’s——stories of death at the
hands of a swinging limb or of illness that was treated
only with tobacco juice.
Surely you’ve read of the wild, drunken melees that took
place in cities, where men were stomped upon and killed
without retribution, but have you walked with those same
men as they braved the icy wilds of the great woods, where
a man might be struck down and killed by a swinging limb
or where an exploding load of logs might come crashing down
upon its builders.
Come with me and we’ll watch as the load grows taller and
taller and then makes its way into the newspapers as a
contestant in a loading contest——or as the sleighs go racing
along roads that were deliberately iced to make them fly by.
Watch with me as a village rises in the deep woods or a
swing dingle carries a hot lunch to hungry lumberjacks.
These are only a few of the events you may experience
through my book, Footprints Under the Pines. As you travel
deeper and deeper into that wild untamed land, you’ll see life
as it was in that brutal world. You’ll walk and talk with
those tough men who peopled the lumber camps of the 1890’s.
I’ll be looking for you at www.dawncreations.net., where
you may read an excerpt.
Footprints Under the Pines may be ordered in most bookstores
including Barnes & Nobel or Amazon.
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