ABSTRACT
The old-time logging camps in the early 1880’s when I first went into the pineries weren’t very big, maybe a dozen men or something like that. I’ve knowed a crew to go into the woods in the fall, cut the logs for a cabin the first day, put it up the next day, and start cutting timber the day after that. But before I quit logging to settle down on a farm, I worked in camps that had a hundred men—Swedes, Germans, Norwegians, Bohemians, Frenchies, and a lot of others, including some half-breeds and one Negro. The camps got big. We had cook shacks, bunkhouses, blacksmith shops, carpenter shops, bams, hay sheds, and a slew of other log buildings. In them days we even had an outhouse that made life better in the camps over what it was in the early days.
