............THE FOREST ....AROUND US |
by Bill Moore |
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Trip To The Big Smoke’
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t’s six thirty in the evening. In half an |
Vancouver – or the ‘Big Smoke’ as it’s known to the coastal people of B.C. ....“Attention, please: For those passen-gers boarding Pacific Western airlines flight 414 for Vancouver. Rows one through twelve are the non-smoking section. Those people requiring pre-boarding assistance should step forward and let the attendant assist you.” A young mother with two tots and an elderly couple proceed out to the waiting ‘big bird.’ ....“ Well Boys, them’s what’s getting’ on the boat, better start movin’ your behinds out of this beer parlor and hike on down to the steamer. She’s docked and unloading. Get your gear together and we’ll see ya in the sweet bye and bye.” ....Nell watched about a dozen custo-mers slowly leave their tables and pick up packsacks with caulk boots laced to them and rope-tied card-board boxes. They filed out of the beer parlor and started walking down the gravel road to the Government dock where the Venture was moored. ....The dockside was busy and darkness was coming on. The off-loaded passengers were sitting in the ‘Hole’ and ‘Clarke’ sedan limos, waiting for their drivers to get the luggage tied on the roof or rear rack of the car. Frank Hole was trying to sort out his passengers’ luggage and Allen Clarke was telling his passen-gers they would be ready to go in a minute. That might be an hour. ....The steam winch on the ship was puffin and hissing as it hoisted and swung the pallets or cargo nets of freight from the ship to the dock. Young Tex Lyons, the wharfinger, was checking the freight manifest and answering questions from all sides. Horns were honking and someone shouted “Get out of the way.” A first mate glanced down from the bridge of the little iron ship yelling instruc-tions to his crew. ....Assorted passengers and the beer parlor lads arrived on the dock as the sedans cleared away. Now the scene was on southbound people And |
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quiet except for the
party of loggers in the Glory Hole.
....Here, in the lower extremities of the little iron hull were crowded a single row of three-tiered bunks and a long meal table running along in front of the bunks. This is where the second class passengers abided. Eight dollars from Port Hardy to Vancouver and all the companion-ship that the money could buy! ....A great discussion was going on amongst the loggers as to which logging camp made the worst hotcakes and which one had the most miserable foreman. Midst snores from some of the three-tiered bunks and the clinking of glasses and loud talk, the Glory Hole passengers did not see Hardwicke Island as dawn was breaking. ....The 737 passed the entrance to Howe Sound and lined up for an approach over the water to the Vancouver Airport. I could hear the two young loggers talking about ‘hot wheels’ and a rock group they were heading for as soon as they got off the plane. Neither one had been to the city for a month. Oh well! ....I could see the North Shore hills and thought how good that there still was all that forest to be seen by travelers coming to this very beautiful city. The wheels bumped the runway and we were in the Big Smoke. I finished the damn puzzle. The word was ‘vugh.’ It was seven-thirty-five. ....The Glory Hole was quiet as the Venture steamed by West Vancouver in a cool April drizzle. Fred and Pete had washed up and, feeling a bit the worse for the wear, had gone out on deck to size up the situation: ....“Ain’t seen the big city in seven months.” ....“Me neither.” ....“Guess it ain’t changed.” ....“Nope, it ain’t changed.” ....“Nope, guess not.” ....“You stayin’ at the West?” ....“Nope, stayin’ at the Stanley. Got rolled at the West last time.” ....The little iron ship bucked a bit of outgoing tide as she edged her way into the First Narrows and on into Vancouver Harbour. Steam winches were being uncovered and the puffin and hissing would soon start again. Passengers were lining the corridors with their baggage waiting for the ship to dock and the gangplank to go down. ....“Well there she is Pete – the Big Smoke.” ....“Yep, there she is.” ....It was eight o’clock the next evening. Keep out of the bight, |
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