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Charlie Paulson, Logger

The following year, Charlie worked as a sawyer in a sawmill. Around this time, more sawmills were brought into the country. Logs from Jackpine Lake were hauled out to Decker Lake, where Sievert Anderson had set up a sawmill. (The remains of that mill can still be seen from Highway 16 in Decker Lake.)

In 1944 or 1945, Charlie bought his own sawmill but he also joined the army around this same time, lying about his age to be accepted. Fortunately for him, World War II ended before he was shipped anywhere, so he returned to work as a faller, spending a lot of time in camps around the area. One winter, he spent six months at Auger Lake without coming out. He’d spend all winter logging at a camp then saw the logs during the summer months.

“There was no electricity in the camps,” he explains. “We’d go to bed about 8:00 or 9:00 pm then get up at 5:00 am to feed the horses. It took about three hours for them to digest their food before they could work.
“They also needed to be curried. We’d come in to have our breakfast at 8:00 am. Afterward, we would go to work for the day and finish about 4:00 pm.”

Log booms on Decker Lake. The man is Jean Paulson's uncle
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There were no chainsaws or cats available in those days. Single cross-cut saws and axes were used to fall trees. The trees were topped and limbed and skidded out using horses.
“The horses would know it was quitting time. Sometimes they’d try to take a load into the barn,” he adds with a grin.

At the end of the day, the horses needed to be fed and brushed again before the men got their supper. The men lived in log cabins they built themselves. With wood so plentiful, the cabins could be built at the rate of one per day.

One winter, while working for Rupert Conlon, Charlie remembers that the temperature dropped to minus 50 degrees Fahrenheit and the mercury stayed there for three weeks. The men couldn’t do anything except stay inside the log cabins. “They (the cabins) were warm,” says Charlie. “They had heaters in them.” The food in the camps, however, sometimes wasn’t the best.

A typical logging camp dining hall
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“The big sawmill camps had really good cooks,” he explains, “but the smaller camps didn’t.” A big camp might have thirteen or fourteen men living in it while a small one would have three or four fallers and two teamsters, the men who worked with the horses.

Charlie said that a quarter of beef would be hanging from a tree outside. Because it was winter, the meat stayed frozen, so the cook would just go out and hack off what he needed and fry it up.

“That meat was tough,” he notes. “And we ate a lot of mulligan stew and beans.” For those not familiar with it, a mulligan stew is made with whatever ingredients happen to be available.

One camp cook always underestimated the amount of food the men would eat. She’d prepare one potato and one carrot for each man working in the camp. The men, who’d done hard, physical labour all day, complained that they were starving. Some of them even quit because of the meager rations.

Another camp cook was simply inept. She added eggshells to the ground coffee believing that she was providing the men with extra calcium. While her intentions were good, she forgot to empty the eggshells and coffee grounds so the eggshells rotted in the coffee pot.

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