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Don’t you just wonder how all those wagons and horseless carriages all got up there on that log?
I am beginning to think that maybe Cousin De La Marte has been fooling around with these pictures.
How else could you explain how they got way up there on top?
Maybe they did and maybe they didn’t. I’ll just postpone my decision until I find more of Aunt Lizbeth’s letters. Maybe there will be more photos for us to inspect.
The faces are too small to tell which one is Cousin Delamarter. I’ll bet that Sweet Shannon from the Emerald Isle is in there someplace.
I have to admit that she can be a pistol of a woman but if it wasn’t for her, Cousin Delamarter might still be pann’in for gold, eating bear ribs and hard scrabble biskets.
Sure wish he’d come back to the Adirondacks for a visit. I would like to know more about those trees that he is lumbering; and if these pictures are real.
One time, years ago, I had an order for hemlock that would make 24 inch wide planks. Well – – – if you cut down a hemlock 24 inches in diameter you would only get one 24 inch plank out of its thickest part. So I found one forty eight inches in diameter.
It took me three days to get it down. Thought I was going to die before I finished. My helper told me he wished I was already dead. Worked from morning to night every day. And I had to walk two miles into the woods to get there and another four miles to get out. Finally it fell. It took twenty-three other trees with it and it seemed like the crashing would never stop. The ground shook when it hit.
Now all I had to do was cut it up into pieces, hook up the team of oxen and drag the pieces out. I left them 16 feet long. Two reasons. One, I had less cutt’n to do and two, I wasn’t sure what the buyer wanted to build with it.
Cupboard hemlock could be eight feet long. Outbuilding hemlock could be as long as sixteen feet.
I am not going to be like my cousin and just show you a picture of that hemlock; I am going to prove it to you. Come on out in the barn and I will show you the two-man saw and wedges I used. If you still don’t believe me I can show you the yoke from the team of oxen and my hob-nailed boots.
That was a big hemlock but nothing like Cousin Delamarter cuts down.
If he really does cut them big like the picture shows.
waldotomosky 
Just visited one of the biggest Western Red Cedars in Oregon, forty nine feet in circumference — and only half the size of trees photographed in the same patch of woods a hundred years ago. Amazing. I want to drive on a tree.