| November/December 1960

R.P.D.2, Columbiaville, Michigan

Four score years ago, Harry Bahel was a Sawyer, tending the great white cork pine logs as they were sliced into lumber by the whining circular saw in an Arcadin Township Mill in Lapeer County Michigan.

Suddenly something went wrong. The feed bar tripped and threw the carriage into gear. Poor Harry was wedged between the log and the whirling saw. It cut him almost in two and a day later he died.

This young man, who was brave and true, passed on to his Great Reward at the age of 19 years.

The Lumberjacks talked about the horrible accident for many years, then the victim's brother Charles put the words into Ballad form and it was sung by many a Lumberjack in the Lumber Camps in Lapeer County, Michigan, in the eighteenth century.

I would like to dedicate the words of this old song to all ALBUM readers who own and operate Saw Mills.