Sounds From Millertown, Beside Red Indian Lake
Church bells ringing on Sunday morning, people gathering to hear Mrs. Osmond singing as everybody listened quietly. After church a handful of us gathered for a walk to the drinking pond. Peace & tranquility. Then wind comes up, the frogs are croaking. The ducks flutter off noisily. Grey jays being fed whiskey-soaked bread by loggers. Grey jay or whiskey Jack were known as the souls of departed loggers. Their squeals echoed through the woods as we emptied our snares. The rabbits squealed back. The cawing crow joined in for his share. Tom tits flitting & cheeping in the bushes. Their real name was chickadees. 20-30 degrees below zero causing the snow & ice to crackle below your feet. Forty or 50 kids skating on Red Indian Lake on a moonlit Friday night. Summer time a windy, sunny day. A giant ouananiche breaching on your hook. Better still flipping & flopping on the beach. Better still sizzling in the frying pan. The sound of Black Pond emptying through a beaver dam. A lynx hopping off through the reeds. Imaginary or real, the sound from northern lights. Man-made or woman-made sounds. Sadie Lane whacking a softball. The sound of it missing a glove. Hazel Maloney Nee Elliott returning home from Mary Macdonald’s, whistling her way past the cemetery. The sound of Uncle Jim Elliott’s cart on his way up for a load of coal. Old scout making noise from both ends. The early sound of our company picnics. Children’s games. Giant pot cooking Jiggs' dinner, a name dropped by an American serviceman. Bean supper noises. Men laughing at Hermy P. he was the only one that had sense enough to eat beans with a spoon. Chainsaws, tractors, tug boats, sluice dams, chafing of booms. Millertown moved back from the water after Exploits Dam was built. Sitting on a rock ½ mile below the dam, teaching worms how to swim. The roar of the dam & water rushing past us. The beautiful sound of a pair of loons swimming down the lake. Chainsaws, tug boats, sluice dams, pulp wood crunching noisily by. Jim Lane & his bulldozer pushing pulpwood towards the water. If that didn’t always work next step T.N.T. Submitted By: NULL
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