H. H. BUSCH, Post Manager at Montizambert, widely known in Lake
Superior District, recently detailed himself as a "fatigue party" to
undertake a task usually considered too weighty for one man to handle.
The job was to remove the engine from Mrs. Busch's motor boat.
Once started, however, his pride would not let him quit. He sailed into
the craft with a hammer, two wrenches, a file and a pair of chisels.
Chips began to fly; nuts and bolts and ejaculations filled the air.
Some hours later the clerk saw our doughty factor wrestling at the
water's brim, trying to carry the big engine to the fur house. One
spectator remarks, "A fog was rising from him like that from a hot
spring in winter." After a long tussle he and the engine arrived at the
fur house.
At lunch, however, our factor was a changed man; his appetite was way
below normal. And all afternoon the "sap" appeared to have all gone out
of him. For once, Mr. Busch had tackled a job too big for him, but he
saw it through.--A.D.H.
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