ocon-to-o-o

Updated: May 2, 2025

Over across the bay some one was playing an accordeon, and to its strains a stout-lunged lumberjack was roaring out a song, with all his fellows joining strong in the chorus: "Oh, the Saginaw Kid was a cook in a camp, way up on the Ocon-to-o-o. And the cook in a camp in them old days had a damn hard row to hoe-i-oh! Had a damn hard row to hoe." There was a fine, rollicking air to it.

Bertrand W. Sinclair - Big Timber: A Story of the Northwest