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A. M. Chisholm The Boss of Wind River — Chapter 20 (1911)

Slowly, with the calm certainty of irresistible might, the big drive was on its way. The logs ground at the anchor pier and thrust and bumped at it. The feeble rays of the upheld lanterns threw a short circle of light on the field of timber as it slid smoothly downstream. Joe's heart, for the first time, skipped a beat. The boom had gone out.
McKenna leaped out on the moving logs. MacNutt caught him.
“Come back, Dinny! What do you think you can do?”
McKenna's seamed face was absolutely colourless as he turned to Joe.
“He's right, Mr. Kent. I can't do a damned thing. It's my fault.
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A. M. Chisholm The Boss of Wind River — Chapter 20 (1911)

In five minutes they were banging at the door of the boom company's representative, bringing that worthy citizen from his bed to the window.
“Your boom has gone out and my drive is over the rapids into the lake,” Joe told him. “I haven't got time to talk about damages or liabilities now. I want your steamers day and night till I sweep my logs up and every other boat you can hire as well. I want every river man you can lay your hands on, too. I'll pay for these things at once, pending the adjustment of any question of responsibility. Will you do your best for me?”
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A. M. Chisholm The Boss of Wind River — Chapter 20 (1911)

Below Burritt's Rapids, however, was Thirty Mile Lake, a shallow, almost currentless expansion of the river, some thirty miles long and varying in width from half a mile to two miles, through which the drive would have to be towed by steamers owned by a river improvement company, who also owned the booms above the rapids. The time occupied by towing would depend on the weather. Therefore, although the probabilities were in Joe's favour there was always a doubt. He must remain on the anxious seat till the actual event.
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