Say, we did hustle them saw-logs in! I should rise to remark! Out in th' woods by first streak o' day.

I recall one mornin' she was pretty cold, an' the boys grumbled some about turnin' out.

'Cold,' says Tim, 'you sons of guns! You got your ch'ice.
It may be too cold for you in the woods, but it's a damm sight too hot fer you in hell, an' you're going to one or the other!' And he meant it too.

Them was great days! Forty million a year, and not a hitch." One man said nothing in the general discussion.

It was his first winter in the woods, and plainly in the eyes of the veterans this experience did not count.