It is a time of feverish activity.

The sprinklers are at work till after midnight, the loaders are out long before daylight.

The blacksmith is busy with repairs, the road monkeys work overtime, and the cook works all the time.
"Everybody works." The haul itself is full of excitement.

The ponderous load of logs, weighing anywhere from eight to thirty-five tons has to be conducted largely by its own momentum down this glassy road.

If a horse fall nothing can save its life.