All of a Man by J.O. Standish (First Page)
It was a weird and bizarre scene. Typical of the men who lived in these great woods, where the sound of giant timbers crashing to the ground never seemed to cease. It caught hold of Bob Dennis's throat and seemed likely to strangle him. Lurching and pushing each other aside, the big-framed lumberjacks among whom his lot, at least for a time, was cast, came into the smoke-dried, sweltering bunkhouse, the atmosphere of which had a choking, steaming tang, eager for their evening meal. Like ravenous animals they fell over each other in their anxiety to seize the steaming dishes of fried pork, beans, and hot bread straight from the cook's oven. the cook, poor wretch, who appeared to have all the earmarks of the unfortunate afflicted with weak lungs was at his wits' end to cope even unsuccessfully with the frenzied demands upon his service. Lumberman was stamped upon each face. Here, in a land where Nature shows herself in her most relentless mood, men were apt to become at...
