Through the tall, straight, decorative trunks of trees the little convoy moved with the massive pomp of a dead warrior's cortege.

And little Fabian Laveque, singing, a midget in the vastness, typified the indomitable spirit of these conquerors of a wilderness.
When Molly and Fabian had travoyed the log to the skidway, they drew it with a bump across the two parallel skids, and left it there to be rolled to the top of the pile.
Then Mike McGovern and Bob Stratton and Jim Gladys took charge of it.
Mike and Bob were running the cant-hooks, while Jim stood on top of the great pile of logs already decked.

A slender, pliable steel chain, like a gray snake, ran over the top of the pile and disappeared through a pulley to an invisible horse,--Jenny, the mate of Molly.

Jim threw the end of this chain down.

Bob passed it over and under the log and returned it to Jim, who reached down after it with the hook of his implement.