[00:00.00] I walked over to him. "How did he do it?" I asked. He turned to me and I saw the anger in his red face. " Ah, it's you, well that's how he did it." and he showed me a row of holes in his boot, blood was running from the holes. He jumped on my foot with his boots and pushed the metal spikes right through. " Why didn't you say something?" I asked. " Look, Mister," he said. " I am big enough to take care of myself. Don't lose any hair over this, I'll stop Darrel on next time." The following year, I visited the old lumber town again. But this time, the town was empty. " Everybody has gone to see the logjam." said an old woman. The jam was up the hill above the town. When I got there, everybody was looking down at the river. There in the middle of the water was a mountain of logs, thousands of them, one on top of the other, blocking the river. About 50 men were using peaveys to free the logs. Sometime one would break loose and 10 others followed, all floated down the river away from the jam. At noon the men came to shore for lunch. " Hello, Powers," I said, " Do you remember me?" " Sure," he said, " aren't you a little bit early this year?" " No," I said, " this is better than a burling match, it will be a great sight when the logs break loose." " You bet it well." he said.