My Strange Rescue, and Other Stories of Sport and Adventure in CanadaOxley, J. Macdonald (James Macdonald)
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My Strange Rescue, and Other Stories of Sport and Adventure in Canada
Oxley, J. Macdonald (James Macdonald)
Canada -- Juvenile fiction; Canada -- Juvenile literature
Then comes the roof. A Canadian shanty roof is neither tiled nor
shingled, but "scooped." What is a "scoop"? It is a piece of timber
something like a very long railway tie, one side of which is hollowed
out, trough-wise, clear to the ends. Place two of these side by side,
with the concave sides upward, and then lay another on top of them,
concave side down, so that the edges overlap and fall into the troughs,
and you have a roof that will defy the heaviest rains or wildest
snow-storms that Canada can produce.
A floor of roughly-flattened timbers having been laid and a door cut, it
only remains to construct the "camboose," or fireplace, and the bunks,
and the shanty is complete; provided, of course, every cranny in the
walls has been chinked with moss and mud, and a bank of earth thrown up
all around the outside to make sure that no draughts can sneak in when
the mercury is far below zero.
The "camboose" is quite an important affair, and occupies the place of
honour in the centre of the room between the four massive scoop-bearers.
Its construction is as rude and simple as that of the rest of the
shanty. A bank of sand about two feet deep and six feet square makes
the hearth. Over it hang two wooden cranes that hold the capacious
kettles, which are always full of the pea-soup or fat salt pork that
constitute the chief items in the shantymen’s bill of fare.
A mighty fire roars and crackles unceasingly upon the hearth, its smoke
escaping through a square hole in the roof—a hole so big that one may
lie in the bunks and study the stars. This rude chimney secures the
best of ventilation to the shantymen. The bunks, which are simply
sloping platforms about seven feet in length, running around three sides
of the room, offer the sweet allurement of the soft side of a plank to
the tired toilers at the close of the day.
Such is a shanty of the good old-fashioned sort. In later days such
refinements of civilization as windows, stoves, and tables have been
added by progressive lumbermen, but there are still scores of shanties
to which the above description applies.
The shantymen are now ready to begin operations against the great trees
that have been standing all about, silent, unconscious spectators of the
undertaking. The forty men are divided according to the nature of their
work. The clerk, cook, and chore-boy are the "home-guard." The others,
according to their various abilities, are choppers, road-cutters,
teamsters, sawyers, and chainers.
The only duty requiring explanation is that of chore-boy. It is usually
performed by the youngest member of the gang, although sometimes it
falls to the lot of a man well up in years. The chore-boy is the cook’s
assistant and general utility worker of the shanty. He has to chop the
firewood, draw the water, wash the dishes, and perform a multitude of
such odd jobs, in return for which he is apt to get little thanks and
much abuse.
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