I told him to go ahead and look for a man. That I cut timber every summer and that I had five dollars put up for a long time for the man who could make me call for a rest, and that so far, no one had ever taken my money. I told him that this challenge went for him too.

     Mr. White left on his search for a partner and was gone two days. He came back and said, "Do you still think you could look at me across the log ten hours a day?" My answer was, "I can, and I still have the five dollars for you if you think you can take it away from me." He said, "I'm going to try you out. Let's go cut some stove wood this afternoon." That night coming home from cutting our stove wood, he said to me, "Now if you could pull this saw six days a week like you have this afternoon, you would be on Monday morning."

     Monday morning we walked out in those timber woods and cut timber together until the job was all through. I am not saying that I never got tired, but the big man never got my five dollars. He wasn't able to make me call for a rest. Every time he would pull the saw through the log, I would sure pull her back! The last big tree we walked up to, he said, "This is the last one. We will be through and you are the damndest man I have ever met up with. I out weigh you by seventy five pounds, have cut timber sixteen years and am as tough as a Texas bull." I said, "Yes, but you are not tough enough to get my five dollars. Yet, I want to tell you Mr. White, if we cut timber another year, as long as I am in good health, you nor any other man can burn me out for I don't have anything about me to get hot but skin and bones, and they are air-conditioned."

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