The
Forest Around Us |
Comment By Bill Moore |
The Loggers’ hiring slip |
....It
takes a whole heap of people to look after these forests around us. In
the past eighty or ninety years—a sliver in the tree of time—they
have come to British Columbia from all corners of the earth. There is
a sort of adventurous quality to this migration to the land of the big
trees of our coast and I have tried to express a part of that feeling
in “The Loggers’ Hiring Slip.” It was written for the
Annual Timber Club Dinner held at the Vancouver Hilton Hotel this year
, and it goes like this. What was it like, kid? I’ll tell you what it was like. And - it wasn’t all good And - it wasn’t all bad. It was men and trees – and sidehills, ....and snow, and rain, and mud, - and ....heat – and salal brush up to your ....eyeballs. It was a time before slick talking men, ....who sit in a tube, telling you about ....the smell of your mouth or your ....armpits. And it was a time when men were ....what they originally set out to be — ....men. Do I remember the old days, kid? |
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With a clickity-clack ribbon of steel That said
– go back – go back – go back
But we hit this big town called This guy told me to go down to the |
I
clutched that hiring slip, kid, and I ....never slept a wink till I got on the ....Old Venture the next night. God, what a night that was. Down there at the union steamship I got on that old oil burning steamer ....—
scared, bony and in a dream. |
54 | British Columbia Lumberman,
May, 1973 |
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We got there — to that fog whisped
inlet ....and I sees Paniky giving the new
crew ....the green-eyed once over as we ....staggered down the gangplank. He says, with his old felt hat pulled ....down over his bald spot, “you — and ....you — and you, back up the ....gangplank. and the next time you ....sign one of those God damned hiring ....slips and ship out as a logger throw ....away your rat-tailed comb and get ....rid of that pompadour hair. “ Well I got by old Paniky and you know, ....boy, he made a logger out of me. I pulled jerk wire whistles on an old 11 x ....13 Willamette steam donkey, For a hooktender that screamed for my ....blood. I worked the booms on the big Davis ....Keep out of the bight, |
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