Word: logged
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...southwest of Kalamazoo, Mich, and 100 mi. southeast of Kankakee, Ill. In 1842 a trader named David Foster bought for a few dollars from Chief La Fontaine several hundred swampy acres in the Miami Indian reservation. Two years later Trader Foster donated 40 acres and built a log courthouse for a townsite on Wildcat Creek. The village took the name of Kokomo from an Indian who frequented the settlement. History sometimes describes Indian Kokomo as an honorable and courageous chief, sometimes as a common coon-hunting, root-digging, rum-loving, shiftless, abusive no-account...
Twelve miles southeast of Hot Springs, Ark. on the Ouachita River is a power dam. Behind the dam is a good-sized lake. In the lake is an island and on the island is Couchwood, summer home of Harvey Crowley Couch. Mr. Couch built not only the rambling redwood log cabin that accommodates 25 guests in every luxury but also the dam that made the lake. The lake he named after his daughter Catherine; the dam, which he built for his Arkansas Light & Power Co., he named after onetime State Republican Boss Remmel...
First real stop was the thriving little tobacco-market town of Harrodsburg, Ky. Forty thousand people massed to hear President Roosevelt speak from a replica of a log fort built by Daniel Boone, to hear him signalize Harrodsburg as the first permanent white settlement west of the Alleghenies. "We, too, are hewing out a commonwealth...which we hope will give to its people...the fulfillment of security, of freedom, of opportunity..." the President told an audience of "pioneers of 1934." He waved a little silk flag and seven girls pulled the veil off a huge stone frieze of pioneer figures...
...baffled onlookers were made of sterling stuff. Howling with rage, a few of the nimbler spirits began to scale the palings around the dock. Like a frightened gazelle, our hero, resourceful as ever, ran to the end of the float, pushed the log into the middle of the stream, untied the Leviathan, and pushed off just as the enemy swarmed over the fence and advanced in skirmish formation. Paddling vigorously with his hands, he was soon in midstream, and was nearing his prize when of a sudden his progress was stopped, for unhappily he had forgotten to untie the stern...
...been too busy,' a man very close to him explained. 'It's as simple as falling off a log...