The nervous rattle and whine that cut through the smoky air was sad music to Oregon lumberjacks. It meant that the long, clear cry of "Timberrrr!" would soon ring out no more in the stillness of the forest—it would be drowned by the din of a mechanical buzz saw. The old hell-roaring, ripsnorting days of Jigger Jones (the Maine woodsman who could kick the knots off a spruce log with his bare feet), of loggers who slept with their axes and gouged out each other's eyes, would soon be gone forever. The Gargantuan legend of Paul Bunyan was more...
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