It's bigger on the inside.
Here's a good story about a lumberman who drove logs down Boyne River to Parry Sound for the Conger Lumber Company. The last river run was in 1904.
The men used to stay in the camps logging all winter, then in the spring they would go on the drive. Abbie Bennett used to be quite a famous river driver. After a winter in the bush, washing their clothes in an old wooden tub, come spring, Abbie docked his pants and drawers at the knees so when they got wet they wouldn't trip him and by the time he got to Parry Harbour his shirt and pants would stand alone, they were so dirty with pine pitch. Abbie stopped at the Kipling to see his friends then he high-tailed it up to the Queen's Hotel. Coming back down the street he met two very dignified ladies in the persons of Mrs. Pearce, the local merchant's with, and Miss Ellis, her sister, a dedicated school teacher. They stopped to talk to Abbie and noting his very dirty shirt they asked Mr. Bennett how long he wore his shirt? "Well," said Abbie, grinning at them with his one squinty eye, "If you really want to know, about two inches below my ass." (You, Me, and Foley, by Bertha Clare, P.85)
It's bigger on the inside.
