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Updated: May 17, 2025
He, the fighting timber-tower, hadn't found his match yet about the lumber-coves at Quebec, and he only wanted to see Joe Monfaron once, when he would settle the question as to the championship of the rafts on sight. One day, a giant in a red shirt stood suddenly before him, saying, "You're Dick Dempsey, eh?" "That's me," replied the timber-tower; "and who are you?" "Joe Monfaron.
Among other feats of strength attributed to him, I remember the following, which has an old, familiar taste, but was related to me as a fact. There was a fighting stevedore or timber-tower, I forget which, at Quebec, who never had seen Joe Monfaron, as the latter seldom came farther down the river than Montreal.
Nor did the bully wait for any further explanations; for, whether the man who had just brought the blood spouting out at the tips of his fingers was Joe Monfaron or not, he was clearly an ugly customer and had better be left alone.
I heard you wanted me, here I am," was the Caesarean response of the great captain of rafts. "Ah! you're Joe Monfaron!" said the bully, a little staggered at the sort of customer he saw before him. "I said I'd like to see you, for sure; but how am I to know you're the right man?" "Shake hands, first," replied Joe, "and then you'll find out, may be."
One famous fellow of this governing class is known by his deeds and words to every lumberer and stevedore and timber-tower about Montreal and Quebec. This man, whose name was Joe Monfaron, was the bully of the Ottawa raftsmen.
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