The Logger Who Waited in Silence
A brutal ax wound and a stoic patience define the daily risks of Puyallup Valley labor in 1876.
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A man named Drury, a logger in Turner's camp, had about half the tendons of his leg severed by a glancing blow of an ax, yesterday, while engaged in chopping. He came to town with the blood gushing from the wound, and patiently sat down to await the coming of the doctor, who was at supper when the patient called. The wound was not of course dangerous but necessarily painful, and we apprehend that such stoicism under trying circumstances is seldom observed.
This brief dispatch captures the visceral reality of 19th-century logging labor, where a single misstep could mean permanent disability or death. It resonates with modern discussions on workplace safety in high-risk industries like forestry and construction, reminding us that the 'stoicism' praised in historical texts was often just the lack of alternatives for injured workers.
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