life in conne river 19932

I write now about the sawmill owned by the Jeddore brothers,Uncle Nicholas grandfather chief Noel Uncle Jojn Denny Uncle Joe and Uncle Steve Jeddore. The sawmill was water powered.the mill was situated just below the old wodden bridge across south west brook. Conne river.on one occasion My father Peter Jeddore was crossing on the wet logs below the mill when he slipped and fell sort of side ways striking his right elbow about about three inches above the ankle snapping the bone. due to the viberation noise of the machinery no one couild hear him. so he just had to bide his time in pain.after some time had passed Ned Paullet was crossing the bridge and happed to look his way. Pop raised his hand Uncle Ned relized there was something wrong and hit the control lever shutting off the water supply closing down the mill.. Every one went to find oput the reason for the shut down saw what happened they then took father home.This was a very productive mill there were thousands of logs. with only one sawmill in the bay.theirs. At the time uncle Nicholas was the manager. but as you will find in a lot of families theres always some one high and mighty. Uncle Nicholas was that man.He was not content with what they were doing there . so he persuaded his brothere to tear down the mill and move it up to big pond.as inconvenient as it was.they would be close to heavy timber easier to get saw logs.his plan was to saw the lumber there and haul it out in winter with oxen. he figured it would be easier to haul lumber then logs. There was some disagreement along the line regarding money or sharesseems Uncle Nicholas was scheeming for his own benefit. they went ahead and built the mill up at big pond. but their plans was cut short. when there came a great flood that took the mill and everything in it down to the bottom of a pond just below where they built it.Do ended the Jeddore's fortunes as regards to the saw mill.
As I have already written on the south side of true hill lived Uncle steve Joe his son Andrew and Mick Andrews son.Their area began at at the northren end of long pond .now Jeddore's lakeright over to north west ganderon uo to true hill jnown to some people as mount Cormac continue up to fox ridge. No white man as ever set foot on this land till the skidoo came. then they took over some pretending they were there hundreds of years. We never saw each other in the country there was too much to do.The only company we had of each other was perhaps some calm quite evening as the sun was setting we would hear a gunshot far out in the distance. at the sound of the shot pop would look up with a skight grin and say " Uncle Andrew shot something"if the shot was on the other side towards burn pond tolts he would sau Uncle Noel shot something. that would be his only comment it was that was needed.We kept quite a distance from each other. there was areason for this. because this way we would not disturb any animals that liver between our boundries.
Shelterwise our needs were very little. We had no need of steel or concrete structurs like today which forever remain as an eternal monument to mans destruction of the wilderness. we lived in wigwams which when we relocatedto another droke would fall down eventually and go back to the land and animals to whom it belonged.