Memories Of George Seghers


| September/October 1993



Box 476 Jamestown, North Dakota 58402

George Seghers had at one time served on the big mills on the West Coast, which he said had a fast steam carriage. The setter rode the carriage. He said one night the setter lost his footing and fell over the log. George said, 'When I got the carriage stopped, the man was right up to the saw!' George said, 'I never touched that lever again. I wasn't going to saw any man in two.' This was well before I knew George. I don't know just when this was, but the first I knew George he had a blacksmith and machine shop in Rolla, North Dakota. He liked the machine work and seemed to do lots of things others would pass up. He would get a sawing job and would usually see something he could improve in the mill. When the job was finished he would usually sell or trade the mill.

I was once in Rolla. There were several carloads of pine logs. These were hauled out to Belcourt, the headquarters of Turtle Mountain Indian Reservation.

George was hired to saw the logs. He said when he started there would be a government man out measuring his lumber. Wasn't long till he would come out saying, 'How's she going, George?' and leave.

His man in the shop told me about a man coming into the shop, well dressed and carrying a small case. George had one of the long gears which move the head blocks. He had cut the teeth with a hack saw and was smoothing them with a file. When he had finished, the man watching asked if he could look at the gear. George said, 'Look all you like, that isn't going to hurt it any.'

He said the man got out instruments, measured that gear every way possible, then meshed the small round gear. He turned to George and said, 'I have a job for you.' I don't remember the amount but it was high for that time.