There is something undeniably romantic about the sharp scent of pine and the bite of a winter chill, isn’t there? This 1880s chronicle transports us to the Canadian wilderness, where shanty-men lived on pork, beans, and sheer grit. We follow the timber’s perilous course, moving from the first swing of the axe in a snow-bound forest to the terrifying “drive” down the Ottawa River. It is a vivid portrait of a rugged trade, where men rode the rapids on floating islands of wood and risked their lives to break a jam.