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Ingram, Orrin Henry, 1830-1918 / Autobiography, Orrin Henry Ingram : May, 1830--December, 1912

Lumber camps--incidents,   pp. 27-32 PDF (1.2 MB)

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                ORRIN HENRY INGRAM                      31
barrel, put it back in the warehouse, drove in the staple, and
left the granary locked as we found it.
   The next morning at daylight we started for what was call-
ed the company's new farm, which had been cleared up two
years before for raising oats for the camps. Mr. Carmichael
knew about how far it was before we could get breakfast, but
it seemed to me it was twice as far as he thought it, eight or
nine miles. When we reached that camp there were only a
foreman and one man who had been left to thresh out the oats.
They had a stable and plenty of oat-straw for the horses, and
the foreman could get us something to eat. Mr. Carmichael
stepped into the camp. I remained in the sleigh, taking obser-
vations, and after looking around to see where we were went
to the stable with Fandangus to put the horses in, and then
went back to the camp. (In those days they didn't have stoves
in their camps). The first log of the camp was laid on the
ground and the door hung on the inside. On going in one had
to step over a log, down to the ground. As I pushed that door
open an object started out for which I quickly made room-a
squaw who wore a rabbit skin suit, and her head was as big-
the way the hair stood on it-as a half bushel. She was lame,
dragging one of her limbs, and had come out on her hands and
knees. I think I got back six feet as quickly as anybody ever
did, and she went around back of the camp, in the snow. Mr.
Carmichael then opened the door, and I found him scolding,
the foreman, who was trying to get something for us to eat,
for harboring an Indian. The company was opposed to the
foreman giving any quarters to Indians, or trading with them.
He was explaining to Mr. Carmichael that some traders had
been through there a week or ten days before who had some
whiskey, and had met that tribe of Indians on the way down
the river, and had given them whiskey to get their furs, got
them into a row, and this squaw had been so seriously hurt
they had to leave her. This tribe was what they called
"Taddy Bull Indians," distinct from other tribes there; had

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