The date now is March, 1919. This pile of logs was cut near the Roaring River. To an Oregonian they don't look like much, but that far north it's hard to find big trees. These are black poplar. There is no photo of them being cut down. It appears there are about a dozen trees represented in these sections. I presume they've been lying here "curing" for a while.
One log is marked on the end because it was the largest of their logs: 27" across! Impressive to Dakota guys, I guess. These were people who could get excited about small events and benchmarks.
These intrepid guys appear to be Bruce, the older, and Glenn, the younger, again. Maybe Seth is taking the photo. I have no idea how they managed to get the logs onto the wagon. Maybe the horses pulled them up some kind of ramp or worked a winch.
It doesn't take much to constitute a bush sawmill. A steam engine plus a circular saw of major dimensions. The name of this sawmill was "Martin's." There's no note about what the boards would be for.
This is my father, Bruce. I suspect that a real injury was somewhat augmented to make the original injury (maybe the hand?) more theatrical.
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