. Canadian forest industries July-December 1922. Lumbering; Forests and forestry; Forest products; Wood-pulp industry; Wood-using industries. CANADA LUMBERMAN 49 Th' Darned Old Mud-walloper A Tale Redolent of Bush Life and the Spirit of Goodwill Which Penetrates Even the Deepest Recesses of Our Canadian Woods By William Alexander Walker. HORPE'S camp on the upper Rainbow was a busy place, indeed, but not one whit busier than Angus Thorpe had intended it to be when he affixed his scrawley signature to the biggest contract of his career as a lumber jobber, in the company's office at Rainbow Vill
. Canadian forest industries July-December 1922. Lumbering; Forests and forestry; Forest products; Wood-pulp industry; Wood-using industries. CANADA LUMBERMAN 49 Th' Darned Old Mud-walloper A Tale Redolent of Bush Life and the Spirit of Goodwill Which Penetrates Even the Deepest Recesses of Our Canadian Woods By William Alexander Walker. HORPE'S camp on the upper Rainbow was a busy place, indeed, but not one whit busier than Angus Thorpe had intended it to be when he affixed his scrawley signature to the biggest contract of his career as a lumber jobber, in the company's office at Rainbow Village, in early autumn. Each day but Sunday resolved itself into a case of out of bed before daylight, when Angus appeared at the door of the men's camp and shouted "r-oJl-l o-u-t," then, a not unduly prolonged breakfast in the cook's camp next door, after which a walk of almost two miles down the old hauling road to where the pine and spruce stood thickest in the valleys and hills north of the bend in the river. Now the work began and axes click- ed, saws snarled and the shouts of the teamsters intermingled with the long warning cry of the logmakers as a tree swayed gently before crashing to earth. This continued until about 11 o'clock at which hour the chore-boy appeared, his go-devil or wooden runnered sleigh la- den with food and dishes, no light load either for it was hauled by old Ben, the general utility horse, and caused him many a groan and wheeze before he got rid of it. Lunch hour was only a name. It should have been called lunch 20 min- utes, for it hardly lasted that long. Then more work until just before darkness set in when Thorpe's long and mournful w-h-o-o-ey reverberated through the woods, signal that the day was over and that the men could return to camp. Yes it was a busy camp, for Thorpe, or Angus as he was known to most of his men, was trying to make up for last year's idleness. It had been a lean year for log job- bers, that last year, and few and
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