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in action in Italy. ....Dave, the cook, had just watched Maurice Bailey, the flunkey, leave the cookhouse. Things were all tidied up and ready for morning. It was a long day every day for Dave – up at five a.m. to get his range fired up, set the lunch table up for the loggers’ take-away lunches, then breakfast, and during the later mor-ning make bread and pies and cakes. A little rest after lunch and on to the preparation for dinner. Cleaned up by seven in the evening. A long day for a seven day week. And Christmas Day was no shorter. ....Jim Fishback was the camp fore-man and he had a nice pleasing southern drawl. He was an American who had worked his way up to the B.C. woods through the redwoods and sugar pines of California and Oregon. He liked to drink just about as much as he liked to log. And he was a dandy logger, a high rigger and a fine teacher to young loggers. This Christmas night he was sitting with Gust Johnson, the timekeeper, in their |
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SCENE ON western arm of Quatsino Sound on northern Vancouver Island portrays a typical small float camp in 1937 alongside an A-frame complete with steam donkey. |
BRITISH COLUMBIA LUMBERMAN
DECEMBER 1983 ·
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little room they shared in back of
the office-commissary. They had just turned off the radio news and were
climbing into their single beds.
....“Well, Gust, ah tell ya, we said the last one was the war to end all wars, but ah guess the experts was wrong. Looks like some of them didn’t get enough last time.” ....“Ya, Jim, but this time the last time, by Yeeses! Good night Yim. Merry Christmas.” ....The camp was quiet, a slight northeaster was blowing and a few flakes of snow had begun to fall. ....The quarter-to-ten blink was given by Bill, the bullcook. ....The winter of 1939. Christmas night in a small float camp on a hemlock lined inlet on the coast of British Columbia. Merry Christmas loggers, Bill Moore |