The Cabin on the Claim
A tragic accident in the woods tests the friendship of two men on a remote logging claim.
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Frick Dent lay on his bunk listening to the wolves in the timber and the heavy breathing of his partner. He was restless and cold, so he took an ax and went out into the dripping forest for firewood. In the brush, he heard a sound, a flash, and a discharge—he fell, shot by his partner, Tom, who had been dreaming of bears. Tom dragged his friend inside, sobbing in horror. As Frick lay dying from the wound, he feared the authorities would accuse Tom of murder. 'They'll say you killed me a-purpose,' Frick breathed. 'You'd ought to get a witness.' In his final moments, Frick tried to write the word 'Friends' on the back of his boot to clear Tom of suspicion. Tom stayed until the end, then carried his friend's body down the trail to the river, rowed to town, and surrendered to the authorities. After the inquest cleared him, Tom returned to the cabin alone, vanishing back into the solemn pines.
“The fierce fire died out from the stove, the iron creaking as it cooled.”
This story reflects the harsh, isolated reality of life on timber claims in the Pacific Northwest during the late 19th century. While the specific legal outcome of the inquest is left to the reader's imagination, the narrative captures the profound loneliness and perilous working conditions of early Aberdeen's founding industry.
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