Some history and my time

Many moons ago we lived for a spell in the old Mount Emily railroad logging camp near Starkey, Ore., not far from Ukiah.

Anyway, I was cutt'n timber up the Grande Ronde River. It paid 57 cents a log – we had to hustle. We ended up near an old gold mine. The lumber from the camp had long been packed away. Except for one. It was the house of ill repute. I guess no one wanted to admit whatever they rebuilt with it where the lumber came from.

The road was maintained by the Forest Service. Every truck load of logs that came out of the job paid so much a load. Them was the glory days of logg'n.

At a...