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LUKE TARBOE HAS AN OFFER.
Many a man behind his horses' tails on the countryside has watched the wild reckless life of the water with wonder and admiration.

He sees a cluster of logs gather and climb, and still gather and climb, and between him and that cluster is a rolling waste of timber, round and square.
Suddenly, a being with a red shirt, with loose prairie kind of hat, knee-boots, having metal clamps, strikes out from the shore, running on the tops of the moving logs till he reaches the jam.

Then the pike-pole, or the lever, reaches the heart of the difficulty, and presently the jam breaks, and the logs go tumbling into the main, while the vicious-looking berserker of the water runs back to the shore over the logs, safe and sound.

It is a marvel to the spectator, that men should manipulate the river so.