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Thursday, October 07, 2010

GRANDUNCLE CLARENCE REMEMBERS MORE4

In this installment, My granduncle Clarence P. West talks about
driving logs over the Azicohos Dam, and describes how a wad
of chewing tobacco saved his life:


“We used to sluice here,  and when I started they had to have 25 men 
on the sluice boom or they wouldn’t open it up. My job was to get up 
in the morning, build a fire under the boiler to get up steam, and open 
the sluice to get them six feet of water. Then the fireman come on and 
took over, winding the boom.

Well, they used to wind in three logs, unmarry them, take them back 

and it used to take six men just to do that. When they was sluicing they
averaged 150 cords an hour with 25 men working.

“They stopped driving here and after a number of years commenced to
drive again. A fellow named Stan Wenslow of Gorham was woods 

superintendent for the Brown Company. He stopped in down to my 
old mill here and said they was going to have a drive here and would
I show him what to do.

I said that I’d like to see ‘em put the wood over the spillway. The sluice

was an antique.

I went ahead and showed him what I meant and I put the whole drive
through with three men, and I didn’t need them. Mister, the second 

year I put that drive over with one man and the Brown company felt so 
good about it they sent me a check for $ 300 and gave me a medal as 
well.

The last drive through here I put through alone with one boy on the pier 

to help me. I’ll tell you, I got a power of enjoyment out of that.

I’d like to put a drive over this dam today. The wood was driven down

to Berlin, NH. The funny part of it was, when that wood came in here 
with bark on it, when it left the pool at the bottom of the dam it was 
peeled perfect. It got an awful cleaning in that dam pool, I’ll tell you.

I'd stay here forever if I could. I love it."


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“ I was cutting out of that hill across from the dam and it was steep. It 

don’t look it maybe, but it was. When I made my turn the scoot caught 
on a tree about four inches through. It was yellow birch and it took me 
right across the side of the head. I went right off old Kate and I guess 
she kept on going. The scoot run right over me, runners 14 feet long 
and 8 inches wide.

My friend Littlehill  was right there and he picked the scoot up where

it had run over me and let the tractor go. She walked right up a tree,
fell off and turned over. I don’t know how they ever got it straightened 
up again because I waren’t there.

Littlehill lugged me out to the main road, I don’t know how in hell he 

done it. He was a pretty rugged chap. He piled me into the truck we 
was hauling to and rove me to Berlin to hospital. Kept my head in an 
ice bag all that time. The nurse tried to prise my chaw of tobacco out 
of my mouth, but I had my teeth closed tight around it and nobody 
was going to get it loose. The doctor happened by just then and stopped 
the nurse just in time. She was going to pry my chaw out with a stick. 
‘Leave it in there,’ says the doctor, ‘That’s what saved his life.’ I’d 
been swallowing that raw tobacco juice and it kept my heart going. 
Nothing else could have done it.”

To be continued

2 comments:

Nolichucky Roots said...

Marvelous stories. I've many lumbermen in my family but never got to meet any of them so this is fascinating, He speaks with such pride in his work - a little bit of John Henry there. Thanks for sharing this.

Karen said...

Exciting story - thanks for posting!