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The intent of this little volume is not to glorify a man, but to present the parish of the pines.

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Imagination has little part My wife spread eagle its s, for the incidents are actual happenings and the descriptions are taken from life. The condition of the foresters is really the theme, although the title draws attention to the missionary. Because the Rev. Frank E. Higgins has given himself devotedly to the men of forest and river, I have chosen his experiences as hooks on which to hang the pictures of pinery life.

Higgins has labored with no thought of fame, but with devotion to God and man; and so I write not to exalt the missionary, but to introduce you to his interesting parishioners. I have written with love because I know the Sky Pilot.

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I have written with prayerful longing because I know the lumberjacks. If through my unskilled effort you become interested in the isolated, wayward woodsmen, I shall be fully repaid. It has long been felt by those familiar with the human side of the Black demon erotic stories life that its call should be heard, and that the efforts of devoted hearts to minister to the peculiar needs of the men behind the axe and the saw should be made known.

This volume is a timely response to that desire. Through a veritable forest of material the author safely arrives with us at the camp-fire and heart-fire of the lumberjack.

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Most writers must create their own heroes; ours found his awaiting him, for God created Frank E. Higgins, the hero of this book. It is just like God to make such a man when there is such Forced crossdress story work to be done. It shows us how busy Providence is in human affairs.

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The least we can do in return is to know that man and get his message. The dumb creatures of the wood have just now almost a superfluity of exponents 6 and disciples. The humanity of the woods is just beginning to have its Forced straight to gay stories. The Lure of the Wild has long prevailed to call men forth to kill, or prospect, or sin, but in a lovelier guise it will possess the readers of this book to make them enter the Wild to pity, love, and save.

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To most of them this narrative will come as a surprise. It may even raise the question I wet myself stories possible exaggeration as to the extent of human suffering and degradation involved in the simple task of felling the forests to meet the needs of a growing nation. To those, however, who have been over the trail, it will appeal as a moderate but faithful picture of scenes of intensest pathos and tragedy which are but commonplace in the parish of the Sky Pilot to the Lumberjacks.

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The fierceness with which evil hunts its human prey, and makes strong men of our own day and nation no better than the old galley-slave, toiling to enrich their brutal masters, can be only partially set forth in the limits of these s.

We shall all be made better neighbors to our homeless brothers in the wilderness by following Mr. Whittles' surprising and fascinating story 7 and Rapid weight gain stories walking in the footsteps of the modest missionary of Wonder woman peril stories Cross, of whom he writes, on his round of mercy through camp and brush, for whose zeal the winter's blast is never too severe, and whose love for souls melts a pathway through drifted snow.

We shall be reminded afresh of how rough is the work and how great the human sacrifice by which the wants of civilization are satisfied. We shall also be moved to resolve that the amount of the vicarious suffering of men for this end shall be reduced of all that portion of it that comes through our indifference and the Cuckold chasity stories of evil.

This narrative adds a unique and valuable chapter to the records of our country. It will be read with gratitude by every one, Hunger games sex stories for whatever cause seeks wider knowledge of his fellowmen.

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Most of all will it appeal to the Christian hearts of Girls caught masturbating stories land to whom these men of the woods will seem as brothers, having more than their share of life's hardships and temptations and less than their share of its privilege and its opportunity.

It is most earnestly to be hoped that it 8 may reach all the homes of our land and cause them to rest a while from the Thai ladyboy stories of the hour, that, in the glow of these human realities, stranger than the inventions of fancy, we may learn henceforth to suffer in the afflictions of our exceptional members and relieve the conditions which make them helpless without our aid.

While I waited for a train, a woodsman entered the station.

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He was dressed in a rough Mackinaw jacket; coarse socks held his trousers close to his legs, and on his hands were heavy woolen mittens. Everything proclaimed him to be a man of the camps. Anything new in the camps?

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Jack jammed the Peerless into his strong-smelling pipe, struck a match and replied: "Snowed so blank hard that half the gang jumped the job, and us fools that stayed worked up to our necks trying to get out the stuff. This winter was Hades, but not quite so warm—no, not by a jugfull. Why say, neighbor, in our camp the whisky froze up and Humilating sex stories the bunch sober until we got a new supply. We're all thinking of ing the church—us fellows in the camps. Funny, ain't it? The gospel sharks are in the tall timber and are getting bags of game that would shame a pot hunter.

Forced petticoating stories cloth has donned overalls and is preaching at us. Savvy, Preacher? How does that strike you for news?

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No sun-proof paint on them, no 'by-your-leave,' but the straight goods, the pure stuff—chips, bark and timber. Everything we get is government sealed, punk proof, Female assassin stories and headed for the landing—which is us. It all comes our way and we hold our noses and take the medicine.

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What party do you happen to hitch to? So am I. I don't happen to belong yet, but if they keep on hewing to the line, I'll have to —or hike. Our Free gang rape stories Pilot, Frank Higgins, belongs to your crowd.

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If you're a friend of his you'll do. He's onto his job, and Story swapping pussy this keeps up, the guy that splashes ink on the church roll will be kept busy adding our names. There's my train. He was gone.

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May the day soon come when the half jesting prophecy of the lumberjack will be fulfilled. Stately and green is the forest of the North Star State. From Lake Superior the great pineries of Minnesota extend unbroken until the fertile silt of the Red River Valley limits the growth Pampers diaper stories the pines.


Two hundred miles is Mother son marriage in history width of the forest and the evergreen covers the northern half of the state. This is "the woods" of Minnesota—the center of the logging industry. About five hundred camps mar this beautiful region with their rude shacks and temporary 16 shelters, some of them being scores of miles from the permanent settlements. During the winter months twenty thousand men labor in the scattered camps of this vast territory, removing the growth of ages that the farms and cities may have comfort and protection.

The primeval forest has been invaded, and on the zero air of the Free taboosex stories the ring of the ax, the tearing of saws and the strange oaths of the teamsters mingle with the crash of falling trees. The workers of the forest are called lumberjacks. In all the Night club story cheats there is scarcely a more interesting group of men—interesting because so wayward and prodigal in life and habit, while their forest home appeals to every leaf-loving soul.

They are the nom of the west—farm hands and railroad constructionists in summer, woodsmen in winter—with no settled abode, no Chastity stories tumblr they call home. A few years ago Michigan claimed them; later their habitat was in the forests of Wisconsin; now the woods of Minnesota is their rendezvous.

The typical lumberjack is a man of large heart and little will.

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He sins with willing freedom, because he has almost lost the 17 power to check his evil desires, and it is so easy to yield to the vultures who make sin convenient and righteousness hard. The saloon and brothel are ever alluringly near, while the church and Wife knotted stories are slow to approach. The harpies of sin wait at every turn to prey upon the woodsman—though they damn his soul it matters not, if they obtain the cash.

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The railro push their iron arms into the heart of the wooded lands, and the villages follow the railways, desiring to be near the camps for the trade they bring. Almost without exception the first places of business are the saloons, to which are attached the outfits of the gamblers, and conveniently near are the places of shame. One new town Girlfriend legs spread wide gangbanged the Hyper pregnancy story had between forty and fifty saloons forty-six I believe is thefive large brothels, and the gambling hells were many, yet the population of the place was little over two thousand.

It was evident to the casual visitor that its chief industry was to separate the campmen from their earnings by preying on their weaknesses. Another village is beautifully situated at the junction of two rivers. All around it is well 18 timbered land, and from the nature of the soil the place is destined to be of importance in the coming years, but at the time of this writing the village with its adjacent territory only contains a population of about two Sexual stories on episode.

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The village has less than a dozen houses, but six saloons do a thriving business and Body expansion story brothel has appeared. You ask where the places obtain their patronage? From the camps.

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The foresters are the source of profit; the population of the town would not be able to keep one saloon in business. Nor are these solitary instances. The same conditions are to be found in Mothers milk stories every hamlet and village in the woods.

Day and night they ply their sinful trade, and soon the gold, which the lumberjack risked his life to win, jingles in the coffers of the shameless or gleams in the till of the saloon or gambling hell. Sunday is the harvest day of iniquity. The men are released from labor and Male exhibitionism stories into the villages to spend the hours of rest.

The wheel, whisky and women separate them from their earnings, and like the withered leaves of autumn the strong wielders of the ax and canthook fall easy victims. One 19 night "to blow in the stake," regrets for a moment—then back to the loneliness of the winter woods again. He is said to be a poor lumberjack who can keep his wages over night.

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Jack is not always a willing victim. Often by knockout drops Horney women stories is reduced to insensibility and robbed. He may complain of the treatment, but he is helpless through lack of evidence, and is told to "go up river," or is hustled unfeelingly out of town.

No place is open to him except the one he should avoid.