............THE FOREST ....AROUND US |
by Bill Moore |
“The
Gasboat Days”
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T
he word is nearly forgotten today, |
....We used her to pack frightening loads
of cookhouse freight and logging rigging through the Quatsino Narrows,
and the Narrows ebbed and flowed just as fast as the Gorge. As a result,
if bucking the tide with an overload of freight, my father would hug
the rocky shoreline, dodging in and out of the back eddies. It was a
risky business but it merely went with the day’s work. |
on a beach by Quatsino Sound. She had survived the steam era, and
given way before the diesel era. |
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IN
THE old days of inlet logging along the shoreline, the gasboats were the crummies. Above is the Glosjar. |
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....The towbit on a boat should be two-thirds
the length of the boat – to the stern. This way, you have control
of the turning of the boat in various directions. The dear old Glosjar
had a towbit right near the stern, because of too much cabin. The result
was, too often, that one would find oneself with the boom of logs in
front of the boat. |
....A
fond memory of the gasboat days was the Saturday night dance in the community
hall at the village of Quatsino. Here, as in so many other isolated communities
up and down our coast, was the gathering place for local fishermen and
loggers – via their gas-boats – for a two-step and a shot
of Lemon Hart. ....At Quatsino, Mrs. Warren, a dear old lady of good proportions, com-manded the piano, and generally there would be a fiddler or a saxophonist – on big nights, all three. ....Down at the floating docks, a few hundred feet from the hall, half the evening’s fun would be taking place, for the Easthopes and all their strange brothers would tie up by the side and hoots and hollers and tall tales would emanate from the little gasboats, on into |
the dawn. Music from the
hall drifted down to the boats, and took the edge off some of the loggerese
coming from the cabins. .........................Keep out of the bight, |
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Bill Moore |
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