Well now I have to apologize.
Glad I got that over with. I hate apologizing; especially since I am always right.
Yesterday, you know, when I showed you that picture with all the guys on top of the log and they were about to roll it away with those big cables?
Yes – – – that picture.
Well I called it the Logmobile. But it is now obvious to both of us that this is the real logmobile.
Douglas Fir? I thought only redwood trees got that big. But you can see that the bark is much different.
Much like a basset and a blue-tick coon dog. Their barks are different also.
That was a good one. I thought it up all by myself.
So here we have the logmobile sitting on a truck and the truck sitting on a brick paved road. This sure ain’t any forest picture. And that sure ain’t Cousin Delamarter there by the truck. I have no idea who they are. Just another picture that Aunt Lizbeth sent to us.
It says right there on the sign Seattle, Wash. if my eyes serve me correctly.
I bet that is the mayor and the governor of the Washington Territory standing there in their nice clean britches on a brick-paved road to hold their feet up.
Sure ain’t no forest picture.
Nice truck. Must be in good shape to hold up that big log.
Reminds me of another Old Ralph and Fred story. This time they weren’t fight’n. Well – – – they might have been fight’n at the beginning of the story but by time they were done with the story they were friends again – – – as usual – – – almost.
Seems like Fred bought a rusty old truck so the two of them could go fishing way back in the woods on short notice. They used the old lumber trails.
On one trip they hit a big rock and it put a hole in the oil pan. All the oil leaked out and before they knew it they burned out a bearing or two. They left the truck and went fishing while they talked over what to do. The fishing took a day or two – and the talking probably turned into shouting.
They sure didn’t want to leave that beautiful old truck there. It was Fred’s first truck – – – and besides – – – the porcupines would chew the tires right off the rims.
Now if these two boys were gonna be fight’n this would be the time to do it; while they were arguing how to fix the truck.
But Old Ralph, he’s sort of clever you know.
They pulled the oil pan and fixed the hole with sap tar from a pine tree. Fred shot a bear and boiled the fat right off it. Old Ralph replaced the burned-out bearings with bear hide. Wrapped ‘em real tight-like — and then bolted the piston rods right around that hide. By time all that was done the oil pan patch was hardened up. They had enough bear oil to almost fill the oil pan. They started up the engine and the fix lasted until they got back to Fred’s place.
Then they got in a fight when Fred told everyone that he fixed the old truck by himself while Old Ralph kept on fish’n.