Getting In The Wood
The teacher certainly looked sick this morning. About nine thirty she announced she had the flu and was going home and there would be no school for the rest of the day.
Cliff and I ran home as fast as we could to tell Mum the good news. She told us it wasn’t nice to be so happy about someone’s illness but this was one time we didn’t stop to listen to her.
All we could think about was getting permission to walk up Wilfred’s Road and go on up to the wood lot where Dad and Gramp and some hired hands were cutting next year’s hardwood.
To our surprise she agreed to let us go but with warnings to follow the tracks of the bobsleds until we came to the dinner camp and wait there until lunchtime. She even gave Cliff a box of matches to get the fire going and told us to put the pot of stew on the stove. There were extra tin plates and cups in an old trunk for us to use.
After the St. Martins Railway had closed, Dad had purchased the Salt Springs Siding Station House, including the stove, and had skidded it up there to serve as a spot to get warm and to eat lunch. He had taken up an old table and some old chairs. It was really quite a cosy spot for a dinner camp once the fire was a blazing that is if you could keep the table from wobbling as porcupines had invaded and chewed away at the legs.
Dad said he once left an axe there overnight and by morning the handle was chewed in two. The porcupines liked the taste of salt that was left from the sweat of hands.
Being in the deep woods by ourselves made us a little scared but we pretended some wooden sticks were muskets and we were defending our cabin from attackers but this play soon ended when we heard the jingle of the horse bells and knew the men were arriving to eat.
To keep the snow from going down their necks as the axe bit deep into the tree, the fellows had pieces of tarp tied around their shoulders which they removed. The wool jackets and heavy caps were hung on pegs at the back of the stove.
One of the fellows spent most of his break sharpening his axe with a pocket whetstone.
After lunch, we followed the crew into the grove of hardwood. As we watched them work, we figured out a few things such as a road had to be swamped in order to yard the trees, the “chopper” made the decision as to where it was best to fall the tree, then made a deep notch, two men worked the crosscut saw, the choppers then chopped off the limbs. The yarding horse was named “Dan” and he seemed to be able to work without much guidance from a teamster. The “dogs” were attached to the trees and Dan twitched them out to the brow.
The afternoon went by very quickly and soon we were sitting on the load of birch and maple on the trip home. Gramp didn’t usually carry on much of a conversation with us but his love of working in the woods seemed to loosen his tongue. He explained that it was important to do selective cutting, in order to have hardwood for years to come. He also went on to tell us that preparing the wood to heat the houses for next year didn’t end today. Next came a day of wood cutting with a gasoline engine providing the power, then came the splitting of the wood, throwing the pieces to form a well-shaped woodpile to dry in the summer heat followed by wheeling the wood into the woodshed by wheelbarrow and finally carrying armfuls of wood to the woodbox every day.
Today had certainly been a learning experience of all the organization that went into getting the wood ready to provide heat and one I would remember each time I put a stick of wood into the stove.
The nearer we came to home, the hungrier I became. I mentioned I was hoping Mum would have a potato scallop and baked ham ready for supper.
With a twinkle in his eye, Gramp said, “Maybe Lady Ashburnham of Fredericton will have stopped by and left some pickles?”.
From David Anderson’s query, I learned that Lady Ashburnham, the maker of Ashburnham pickles was the great great granddaughter of John Anderson of Nashwaak, New Brunswick, a fur trader and commissioner to the Indians of the Saint John River around 1760 at the site of the old Villebon Fort at the mouth of the Nashwaak River. He was granted 1000 acres in 1767 in the Barkers Point area. He died circa 1783 and his son William was possibly the first Sheriff of New Brunswick (which was Sunbury County of Nova Scotia at that time). William's son Lionel was a Quartermaster and bookkeeper in Fort Howe, Saint John. Lionel married the daughter of Dr. Charles Earle, a Loyalist from New Jersey, who built the first permanent house on Grand Lake. Lionel's son James was nestor of the press for the Telegraph newspaper in Saint John in the late 1800s.
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