Boy Scouts Beyond The Seas
then stick a couple of planks, about four feet long, into these to form platforms on which they can stand about three feet above the ground.
Next they get to work with their axes, and with alternate strokes they quickly cut out a great wedge from the stem on the side to which they want it to fall. Then they take a big double-handed saw and cut through from the opposite side until the great tree totters and falls.
It is next trimmed of its limbs and branches till it is quite bare, then the end of a long steel rope is brought and hooked securely round one end of it.
A wire, like a loose telegraph wire, is hooked on to a neighbouring tree. Then when all is ready a man jerks this wire a couple of times. Two blasts of a distant steam whistle reply (for the wire is connected with the whistle of a donkey-engine close to the railway), and the next moment the great log begins to move, slowly at first, but faster and faster as it goes along, pushing aside fallen branches and brushwood with irresistible weight, till it fairly rushes through the forest, throwing up stones and dirt, banging into and over other fallen logs, surging up and down, crashing and groaning and squeaking till really you could imagine it was some kind of legless elephant on the rampage, or some gigantic land-salmon that had just been hooked.
At one place I saw such a log butt straight into a tree that was standing glorying in the sunshine. The next thing that tree knew was that it was falling, crashing to the earth with its branches broken and crushed beneath it – done for!
And it was a pretty sight to see the lumbermen who happened to be close to it skip out of the way, without apparently any wild hurry or rush, just a step or two, as if they knew exactly where it would fall.
Finally; the great log was towed right up to the railway. Here a tree-stem had been set up on end in a socket to act as a crane. A steel rope, rove through the pulleys at the head of it, had a pair of ends to it, each fitted with a sharp hook.
A lumberman pressed a hook into each end of the log, the engine wound up the wire rope, and, as it took the weight of the log, the hooks drove themselves into the wood, and thus held it and lifted it into mid-air, while the crane slung it gently over and on to the truck which was awaiting it on the line.
Scouts who Wash
After the logging camp, our engine ran us through the woods again in a new direction for some miles, till we came to the river running in a deep ravine or canyon; as they call it here.
This river came from the Stave Lake by a waterfall 150 ft. in depth, but this fall had now been “harnessed” by being made to run through four enormous pipes. Each of these pipes had a great turbine engine at the foot of it.
Thus, with no expense or trouble of steam and fuel, the water alone made the engines to go, and these were manufacturing electricity, which was then carried for thirty miles by overhead wires to Vancouver to light the town, and to run the machinery and the tramcars of the city.
The damming of the falls and the erection of all this wonderful machinery right away in the heart of the forest was a splendid piece of engineering, and the men who did it, were just, another sample of Scouts living a rough, wild, healthy life in the backwoods.
The manager, in showing me round their camp of log Buts, showed me one but which he said was a very important one, and that was the bath-house, in which the men could get shower-baths when they came in dirty from their work.
He said that all the best men liked to get their bath every day, and unless the camp was fitted with