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A Log Driver’s Tour Of The Trent Watershed

This story is part of our partnership with Maryboro Lodge The Fenelon Falls Museum and was written by Glenn Walker.

KAWARTHA LAKES-Before there were motorboats, or even trains and steamships, log drivers floated down the Trent Watershed, as they guided their logs past each cataract on the system. Much of the Trent Watershed was logged before it was settled and converted into farm lots. Over the years, practically every tall, straight pine tree trunk that could be readily floated down the waterway, made its way a district sawmill, or even Quebec City, to be sailed across the Atlantic. 

Running the rivers was an occupation that was not for the faint of heart. Most river drivers were young men, generally poorer than average. John Langton, himself a prominent gentleman, characterized them as “a light-hearted set of dare devils and the greatest rascals and thieves that ever a peaceful country was tormented with.” It was not a job for anyone who was overly concerned about their own safety. Most drivers could not swim, the water could be freezing cold, and a lot of the work was done around rapids and waterfalls. 

Log drivers just below the Fenelon Locks

The drive began each spring as soon as the rivers were clear enough of ice to float logs. Where possible the logs would be piled on the ice, otherwise in a great heap on a steep hill above the water. Getting the mountain of logs rolling would be the first death-defying feat of the drive, as a crew of men worked together, some of them standing on the face of the pile. Whoever started it moving would yell, warning everyone else to jump free—failure to do so was considered tantamount to murder.

In the nineteenth century the Gull and Burnt River system were filled with logs from many companies, all trying to manipulate the spring freshet with a series of dams to get their drive down to Cameron Lake while there was still abundant meltwater. With these controlled torrents, the logs would generally float down a river fairly well on their own, until they got to an obstacle like a rapid or waterfalls. There they often needed to be guided through. 

Capstan crib at Bobcaygeon

To work on the logs, the drivers wore caulk (pronounced “cork”) boots, which had spiked cleats on the bottom. They were also a fearful weapon for bar fights—drivers were notorious for frequenting taverns on their way down. It took a great deal of skill, agility and balance to manipulate logs with a pike pole while standing on a slimy, rolling log in the frigid river. Their light-footed grace was immortalized in The Log Driver’s Waltz.

Despite the drivers’ best efforts, sometimes great jams formed at the cataracts, some piling up for miles. Often, just at the precipice of the falls, there was one log holding the whole shuddering mass back. Then a daredevil volunteer would climb out over the logs, pry the key log free, and then (hopefully) hop like a squirrel back to shore before the block disappeared downstream. It was a very exciting thing to watch, and it was a testament to their unbelievable abilities to scamper, that most of them made it back alive. But practically every rapid has an unmarked graveyard somewhere on its shore. 

To transport the logs across a lake, a capstan crib was used, which was essentially a huge horse-powered winch on a barge. By dropping anchor or running a line to a tree, the horses could wind in the cable pulling it across the lake. Then by keeping the barge fixed, a boom of logs could be pulled across behind. Later on, they were superseded by alligator tugs, which substituted a steam engine for the horses. 

Drivers at a Depot Shanty

Once the logs arrived at Cameron Lake or one of the mills, there was a sorting jack to divvy up the produce by owner. From Cameron Lake, they would generally be moved as booms of logs, rather than singularly. Later the train was used for long distance transportation as well. 

As time passed, most of the young men matured into less dangerous occupations, but would never forget their adventures on the drive. Though it was stereotypically a sport for young daredevils, some braved the icy waters at a surprising age. Sixty-seven-year-old George Cloot made his 51st drive for the Gilmour Company in 1894. Anyone who ran that the rivers for that many years, was special indeed. 

A Log Jam

As they ran the rivers, log drivers got to see a side of the Kawarthas that few others would ever venture to experience. They often travelled to remote streams, far beyond the limits of steamship navigation, and became part of so many larger than life stories as they travelled. At the same time, they frequented many sites that would be familiar sites to local residents today—just they looked quite different a century or more ago. Maryboro Lodge has prepared a Log Driver’s Tour, which follows the course of the drives down the Gull River from the famous Gilmour Tramway (which devised a way to float logs uphill at Lake of Bays) to Mossom Boyd’s sawmill at Bobcaygeon. Check it out at: 

Log Driver’s Tour

Maryboro Lodge, The Fenelon Falls Museum has been hit hard by the pandemic. If you want to make a donation to the museum, you can e-transfer to: [email protected] or mail a cheque to :

Maryboro Lodge Museum

Box 179

50 Oak Street

Fenelon Falls, ON

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