. Canadian forest industries 1911. Lumbering; Forests and forestry; Forest products; Wood-pulp industry; Wood-using industries. i 9. Oh, come all me bold drivers, where'er you be drivin,' If it's Long Gallop Rapids or Dare Divil's Drame, Or Widdie's White Water, that witches contrivin,' Where down in the Cauldron ye can't see for stame. For sure, I'm aware that yer log's like to leave ye, But if you drown per peavey Then you bear the blame. FIRST of all you must know that Ouinze means fifteen in French Canada. Up the Ottawa they leave out the "n" and pronounce it "Kah'z," j
. Canadian forest industries 1911. Lumbering; Forests and forestry; Forest products; Wood-pulp industry; Wood-using industries. i 9. Oh, come all me bold drivers, where'er you be drivin,' If it's Long Gallop Rapids or Dare Divil's Drame, Or Widdie's White Water, that witches contrivin,' Where down in the Cauldron ye can't see for stame. For sure, I'm aware that yer log's like to leave ye, But if you drown per peavey Then you bear the blame. FIRST of all you must know that Ouinze means fifteen in French Canada. Up the Ottawa they leave out the "n" and pronounce it "Kah'z," just as they leave the "1" out of Di- able and say "Diab.' " Fifteen tumbling cataracts in crowd- ing, panic-stricken succession, each one a barrier,, each one, you might think, sufficient excuse for discovering therein the head of navigationâsuch is that section of the Ottawa where the mighty river pours through the gnarled Laurentian rock from Quinze lake to Lake Temiscaningue. With three hundred feet of a fall in a distance of twenty-two miles, the Quinze has a head like a moun- tain torrent, with a weight, a volume and a depth which would shock the wise old schoolmasters deaf and dumb who used to teach that the Ottawa river rose in Lake Temiscamingue. Probably' every river where daring men drive logs has its "Devil's Falls," but of all the falls of river-drivers' devils, surely the Chute du Diab,' third fall of the Ottawa Ouinze, is the worst. Thirty-five feet sheer drop it has, with a swift, slipping rush immediately above for perhaps one hundred yards, fed in turn by three miles of turbulent, boulder-smashed rapids. Below, the roaring river churns in a gorge with a deep circling eddy, foam-flecked and black, and a tail-race like a mad stampede of gigantic, plunging horses, white with lather,, rearing, raging, surgingâterrified and terrific. Small wonder the French voyageurs long since named it La Chute du Diable, and little wonder, from the
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