INTRODUCTION
This little book, a mixture of poetry and prose, has not been written with any idea of trying to create a literary gem, for the author makes no claims of being a genius of classical literature. It is merely what the title implies, a group of tales of the Golden Lumbering Days and is presented to a long suffering public in the hope of giving readers a picture or side light upon a phase of the lumber camp, which has not been well known to the general mass of readers.
The purpose of the author, if it really can be called a purpose is to give a few glimpses of that part of the life of the lumberjack, which began at the close of the day's work, after wet socks and boot pacs had been removed from tired feet, and an unbelievable amount of food had been consumed by the hungry men. Then, when every crumb of food had disappeared, the procession was started to the bunkhouse, where all hands made themselves comfortable for the nightly session of story telling from the honored,
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