﻿T-BONE SLIM DISCUSSES EARN’T PRAISE 
 
I must compliment lumber camp foremen from time to time. I hate to do this, but truth will be heard. They have a habit of putting 1 saw-gang, 1 swamper and 1 team, on ½ of a skidway . . . The idea for this, and it’s an idea— or I never saw one —is to have the team drive the swamper; have the swamper drive. the saw-gang (an ideal arrangement) you’ve got to hand it to the astute foreman for guts. 
Remarkable intuition, to say the least! 

Of course, every woodsman know[s] that one team can skid twice as many logs as a gang can saw (considering) hence a gang of sawyers that tries to keep out of the skinner’s way is plumb crazy— violently demented—the team will be browsing half the time at the skidway. Now I wish to point out that:  
The team is browsing half thr time (yet the foreman doesn’t fire the horses). He seems to take a friendly interest in the four-legged slaves of the Lumber Co. 
Thus it was that the God fearing foreman came to a saw-gang to inquire how they were getting along and also to encourage them in their peculiar form of insanity: 
“How’s the saw cutting,” he opens up. 
“Not bad for a blind filer,” reply. 
“How does it come you ain’t got no logs ahead,” he next inquires. 
“Well I’ll tell you, I and my pardner we’re tender hearted, we don’t want to crowd the horses” . . . 
“The hell with the horses, go ahead and fall the timber.” 
“Hey, skinner,” he yells, “take that team across the road onto the other skidway.” 
T-B. S.