| Chapter 3: Up the
        River
         Upon completion of the
        telephone line, we went to Pete King Ranger Station at Lowell, in the
        fork. Lowell, Idaho is a post office and the population consists of one
        family, their hired man and anyone who happened to inhabit Pete King.  
         
          
        
        The two daughters of the family, Cleveland by name, were charming, and
        we managed to meet them for a game of pedro, in spite of the efforts of
        their jealous ranger guard. Just above the junction of the Selway and
        Locksaw rivers 
          was a ferry, made of pontoons, and held against the
        current by a cable  stretched across the river. Throwing a rudder would
        force the ferry across. On the way back I had to wade breast-deep across
        this fast current, where a slip would have meant a doubtful survival.
        The picture shows this ferry with its cable, and ropes to assist the
        rudder by swinging the entire ferry as well. The river was about 100
        yards wide at this point 
        While on the subject of
        crossing rivers, one of the telephone construction parties was delayed
        by rising water. At last they felled a tall tree across the rapid, and
        one man was able to get across it before it was swept away. He carried a
        line by which a #9 telephone wire was pulled across. This was rigged to
        hold the horses'   heads above water and they were driven into the raging
        torrent and pulled across. Two were drowned in the process. The men were
        then pulled across on the wire, suspended above the river on a pulley.
        The wire sagged until, when the  last man crossed, the seat of his
        trousers was being lapped by the waves. They held him in this
        predicament while the camera was located and the picture [left] was
        taken. It was none too safe a position, but the photographer must be
        served, and no casualty resulted. 
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