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In camp many pranks were played on greenhorns. Ole Oleson, with a waxed mustache, applied for a job. He was told he would have to get calked boots before he went to work. Since the loggers pronounced it "corked", Ole got some corks from the camp cook and nailed them to the soles of his shoes.

He didn't prove very efficient in the woods, so the foreman decided to get rid of him. He ordered him to go to Hoquiam to the depot and ask for a "crosshaul" that the camp was expecting. "And, don't come back without it.", he added.

Suspecting nothing, Ole inquired for the crosshaul every day. Finally someone told him there wasn't any such a thing.....that the foreman was playing a joke on him. Ole consulted a lawyer who told him just to stay with his job, keep on inquiring every day, and the logging company would have to pay fim for his time and his expenses at the hotel.

Cameron and Hoover had a sign on the Humptulips road pointing to their camp. Some wag took occasion to write beneath it. "And live on codfish balls." This camp was known to loggers as the "Midnight Sun", due to the fact that in the fall and winter months the crew had to start to work with lanterns and then sometimes wait for daylight.

An Irishman had just joined the crew. When they got him up in the morning it was still dark. After eating a hearty breakfast, he stretched, yawned, and remarked, "Two suppers in one night. Now for bed!"

Richard Walker relates that a cook in a camp on the Humptulips was coming to town for a few supplies. The boss asked him to go to the blacksmith and get some bottle hooks.

These were wire frames to hold bottles of oil and kerosene mixed. They had a sharp pointed hook and could be hung up or jabbed into the trunk of a tree or a log within reach of the sawyer, who occasionally poured oil on the saw to cut the pitch.

The cook, on his way in to town, stopped and gave the blacksmith, Alex Holman, the note from the foreman and said he'd be back for the hooks. Seeing a chance for a practical joke, Holman got a gunny sack and put about fifty pounds of scrap iron in it along with the bottle hooks. The poor unsuspectiing cook carried the heavy load on his back into camp.

That was considered fun.