[Feb. 15, 1908. 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
see the instruments, and tilting it from side to 
side inquisitively. At length, unable to under¬ 
stand it, he turned around and walking back to the 
spot where he had been lying, seemed about to 
abandon the whole subject, and stretch himself 
out again. However, he changed his mind, and 
returning to the table, took up the watching once 
more. His body began to move nervously, 
and his tail swayed slightly, while he tilted his 
head more often. Then he put his paws upon 
the edge of the table, and looked down long 
and intently at the sounder. Finally he gave up 
the study and resorted to a dog’s admission of 
confusion or awe. Raising his head straight up, 
he indulged in a long dismal howl. 
Timothy Loyd, through with his reading, and 
uncomfortably buttoned into his Sunday coat, 
came out of the house with his wife on the way 
to church. He heard the roar of a train on the 
river bridge, three miles south of Oakville, and 
noted the blast it blew for Davis’ crossing. 
“The road is terribly busy now, and has to 
run lots of freight on Sundays,” he observed. 
“I’m afraid they’re going to have a dreadful 
wreck, if they don’t stop it. Sunday is the 
Lord’s day,” gravely replied his wife. 
As they went down the steps, Loyd caught 
the sound of Roger’s voice and stopped. 
“Wonder what’s the matter with that dog?” 
he soliloquized. 
“Oh, probably he’s lonesome and wants to get 
out. We must hurry or we’ll be late to church; 
the bell’s most done tolling,” Mrs. Loyd im¬ 
patiently replied. 
So they started on, but when they were op¬ 
posite the station, Loyd said: “You step along 
and I’ll overtake you. Roger is no fool dog, 
and I never heard him make that noise before. 
I’m going to see what he wants. Maybe he s 
sick or something.” 
As he went up the platform steps, he heard a 
locomotive whistle blow for a flag station just 
north of Oakville. 
“Must be going to pass here, but don’t sound 
much like slowing down,” he mused, as he 
listened to the rapid puffing of the train from 
the south, now growing very distinct. 
There was something he did not like about 
it, and he quickly unlocked the office door. No 
sooner was he within hearing of the telegraph 
instruments than he caught his own call oa-oa—. 
The unnatural speed of the call jibed perfectly 
with the anxious feeling the dog’s howl and the 
peculiar approach of the trains had aroused in 
him. He stepped briskly to the key, answer¬ 
ing I. I. oa. 
“Flag all”—began the order, but Loyd waited 
for no more. Grabbing the two flags at the 
end of the table, he rushed out of the door and 
leaped from the high platform into the center 
of the main track. The train from the south 
was already in sight, but a half mile below. 
He swung a flag once in the air, and bringing 
the staff down, drove its iron spike viciously 
into a tie. Then shedding his years as he went, 
he turned and ran north with the speed of 
desperation. 
Three hundred yards above the station, the 
'track went out of sight around a gravel bank, 
and beyond that was straight section. Loyd 
hoped, by getting past this curve, to yet warn 
the train from the north, far enough away to 
permit of its stopping in time. He heard 
Stanley’s call for brakes, and knowing that one 
of his flags had taken effect, he fairly prayed for 
power to fly, while he strained every muscle in 
his body for the last hundred yards. As he 
rounded the curve, it seemed to him that he 
came face to face with the engine, growing 
larger every instant, and fairly charging down 
upon him. He swung the flag with all the 
strength that was left in him, and fell breathless 
outside the rails. 
Toot, toot, toot! came the calls for brakes in 
quick succession, and the train crew, knowing 
that form of signal only too well, swarmed out 
of the caboose and over the cars, wrenching 
at the brake wheels like wild men. 
John Avery, seeing Loyd’s movements, knew 
that something desperate lurked beyond that 
curve, as reversing his engine and giving it full 
steam, he stood ready to jump. 
Now the engines were in sight of each other, 
and with their wheels whirling backward and 
the driving rods rattling, like brainy monsters, 
they clawed the rails to stop themselves, while 
logy, senseless cars behind them buckled and 
A GRAY HEN ON HER NEST. 
bumped and bunted, as if bent upon driving 
them on to disaster. With the men leaping to 
safety all along them, the trains came to a stop 
amid the crunching and splintering sound of the 
pilot timbers, while the engines stood like 
Cyclops, with their single eyes staring into each 
other. 
Limping and sore, with his Sunday coat torn 
and dusty, Loyd threaded his way through the 
group of excited train men and church goers 
who had gathered about the locomotives, and 
passing into the office, gave old Roger a pat on 
the head, as he sat down to the telegraph table. 
In the office at Madison the superintendent 
and Wheeler stood by the doctor while they 
watched the pallid face of the unconscious 
Carlton. After a time he opened his eyes and 
gazed blankly around. 
“It’s all right,” said the superintendent, “we 
caught them in time at Oakville.” 
“Then it wasn’t a dream—and did Oakville 
answer?” was the feeble reply. 
“Yes, in good time, thank God!” 
Carlton’s eyes closed again, and he gave a 
deep sigh of relief. A few minutes later he 
raised himself with what little strength he could 
command, and looking squarely at Brig: 
asked: “Shall I stay here until I am arrested 
The superintendent’s firm mouth twitched 
little as he replied: 
“There will be no arresting, Carlton. Su< 
things will happen.” Then turning to Wheeh 
“Call a carriage, and I’ll take him home as soi 
as the doctor thinks he is ready.” 
Forestry on Military Reservations. 
As is well understood the work of the Unit 
States Forest Service is not confined to the K 
tional Forest Reserves of the West, but has be 
extended to the woodlands of private owners 
over the country, with a view to assisting th 
to apply such management to their wood li 
as may make them profitable. 
Among its other work is that of assisting 1 
Government military reservations to make 1 
most of their woodlands. Reservations at W 
Point, N. Y.; Fort Wingate, N. M., and Rc 
Island Arsenal, Ill., and the Picatinny Arse 
in New Jersey are among those that have b< 
examined. The West Point forest has for so 
time in part supplied the post with cord wood, lu 
ber, hurdle poles and tan bark. In 1903 the F 
est Service made a working plan for the reser 
tion, and since then the cutting has been 
directed as to perpetuate the forest and at 
same time supply the post with a definite amo 
of wood each year. 
Much more important is the work now be 
done by the Forest Service at Fort Wing; 
N. M., where, under the supervision of foi 
officers, the War Department is selling 25,000, 
feet of Western yellow pine. This timber 
.in the southeast corner of a reservation of 
square miles, is inaccessible to the post, and 
consequently offered for sale. The top mai 
price is being obtained for it, and it is being 
under a rigid contract according to fore: 
principles. Under this contract no trees ur 
sixteen inches in diameter can be cut ex> 
those which are dead or defective, and tl 
whose removal will benefit the forest, and 
tree can be cut unless marked by a forest off 
Two trees, sixteen inches or over in diam< 
are left per acre when needed for seed; stu 
must not exceed eighteen inches in height, 
all merchantable timber, both standing and dc 
as indicated by the forest officer, must be 
moved. Failure to remove any timber so i 
cated, and the intentional cutting of unma 
trees, are penalized by a stumpage chargi 
double the contract price. 
All brush is being piled and burned, and 
the danger of fire is lessened. The sale 
started during the past summer, and it is 
pected to continue through a period of five 3 
with a cut of five million feet a year. Already 2 
7,000,000 feet has been marked for cutting, 
forest officer. The sale is progressing wit 
friction between buyer and seller, and from 
start a forest officer has been continuous!; 
hand to oversee the work. 
BREAKFAST IN CAMP 
is nothing without coffee, and coffee is no 
without Cream. Ordinarily cream is out 0 
question nine times out of ten, but no 
Peerless Brand Evaporated Milk takes its 
perfectly and keeps indefinitely until openec 
is unsweetened and has the natural cream 
and color.— Adv. 
