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STORY OF JOHN CARMI CASSELMAN
1872 - 1929

As a bride and a groom, Ezra Michael Casselman, and his wife, Emma Catherine Beckstead, moved some 60 miles north of where their parents lived along the St. Lawrence River. Their intention was to carve a farm out of the deep hardwood maple forest. A dam was built on the Nation River, and a cousin built a sawmill. A village sprung up around them. The village was named Casselman, after him.

John, born October 7, 1872, was the fourth in a family of seven sons and five daughters, and so from an early age, knew what hard work was. His schooling was limited to sixth or seventh grade, but he did learn beautiful penmanship. There were no stores nearby, but, necessity being the mother of invention, and having bright and keen mind, he learned many skills early in life. Dairy work was one skill and he became a meat cutter after a short apprenticeship. He was a butter maker, working in his brothers' creamery and went on to run his own cheese making plant.

His first marriage was to Christine Catherine MacLeod, of Scottish U.E. Loyalist stock, while he was of German U. E. Loyalists. Three sons were born to them, one dying in early infancy, the other two being Pember John and Gordon Henry. While the children were still small, Christine contracted tuberculosis. Needing help with the little boys, John's sister, Caroline, known as 'Carrie" came into the home to help. Not too long after Christine

Before this happened, a dreadful forest fire, one mile wide, swept over the village, leaving only one house standing. This remaining house belonged to his father, Ezra Casselman. The village was rebuilt and Ezra

John had had a deep spiritual experience with the Lord as a young man but possibly because of the trauma of losing both his wife and his living, he laid aside his faith. Leaving his two sons with MacLeod relatives, he came west, to what is called the Boundary country, in south central British Columbia, close to the United States border. Here his Uncle Alfred Asaph Castleman had a homestead, where he raised horses used in the mines and smelters, hauling ore. John, not leaning on his uncle, soon had work in the smelter as a blacksmith. About this time he was able to fulfill a dream by taking a trip to Alaska. He also went to Ontario to visit his sons and to fulfill a deathbed promise made to his sister Carrie. He had her body removed from Casselman to be laid to rest beside her grandparents in the village of Williamsburg.

 

John Carmi Casselman

On his return to British Columbia, he was attracted to a vivacious English girl, Florence Burkmar. She was half his age and within a few months they were married. The mines and the smelters closed down, but John was able to get work as an operator at the powerhouse that supplied Boundary Falls and nearby Greenwood with electricity. When that closed, he obtained employment at a sawmill where he was only able to get home one day a week. More than half his wages went for board but work he had to, as ten children came along in seventeen years. They were not altogether unhappy years. He took a keen interest in politics and local affairs. He and his wife, Florence were often called on to sing at parties, and he would recite poems in the French patois, in the style of William Henry Drummond. In his later years he was keenly interested in the work of the Farmers' Institute, in the upgrading of farm stock.

The last three years of his life he rented a farm, and here his many talents came into their full use. He could ship cream twice weekly and still get "ice cream" prices for it. The quality fruit and vegetables grown were being spoken for well before being harvested. Mother and children worked hard along side of him and prosperity seemed near, but it was not to be in those hard times of the late 1920's. He may have realized that his life was nearing it's end and so he made peace with God. After that, listening to his wives persuasion, he saw a doctor and went to Spokane, Washington for an operation. Nothing could be done, but he never accepted defeat. When his brother Russell from Manitoba visited him at Christmas time, he was full of plans for the spring farm work. The doctors had given him six weeks to live, but he lived three months and died February 11, 1929, and is buried in Midway, B.C.

s' death, Carrie died of the same disease, not knowing such diseases were contagious. s' house is still there and occupied to this day. John told stories of fleeing from the fire with household goods on their wagon and throwing it off to rescue people, who were fleeing on foot. A trunk and a sewing machine were put in a field and the fire swept around them without harm. He still had it when he came west. by Caroline Casselman Love
Ann

OLD TIME STUFF

 

as told to a Valley Times Reporter by Ezra Casselman

How a fire swept Casselman Country. Great fire of 1897 cleared an area five miles wide, twenty miles long. All of Casselman and all of South Indian burned; Four lives lost at South Indian….how teacher Bouck saved the lives of forty school children wild flight of villagers for safety...a graphic description.

This is part two of the romantic founding of the village of Casselman. Part I appeared in last week's O.T.S.

Part I ended where the Canada Atlantic Railway had been built through the Casselman Timber Limits in Cambridge Township and the little frame station erected on the North side of the South Nation river. When the little station was built in 1881 it was, as told in the former article practically in the middle of the wilderness, and the people who lived south of the river had to cross the river to get to the Station. As there was no other bridge than the railway bridge, these people from the south had to either row across the river or take a chance and walk over the railway bridge, the which, by the way, the railway people objected to.

When the people who lived south of Casselman in 1881, later found they could save a long drive to Ottawa, they set up an agitation for a pedestrian and vehicle bridge over the Nation at Casselman. Things drifted along like that until the year 1885.

It should be told that soon after the erection of the station, the nucleus of the village had been started on the North side of the river. Louis Lemieux who had come from Riceville, opened a small Hotel on the North side of the river near the C.A.R. Station. He also opened a small General store. That was the condition up to the year 1885.

Then things happened. One night the station took fire and was completely destroyed. Mr. Ezra Casselman says there was something peculiar about that fire. The Canadian Atlantic Officials were inclined to agree that it was deliberately set on fire. They were rather confirmed in that belief when soon afterwards an agitation was started by the people on the south side of the river to have the new station place on the south side.

The Canadian Atlantic Officials were rather favourable to the proposed change because they had found they were getting more passengers from the south than they were from the north or east.

And so it came about that the new station was erected on the south side of the river. The new station was hardly up before Mr. O. Sabourin erected a frame Hotel and Mr. Oliver Quenville built a small General store.

As the firm of Flatt and Bradley cut and sold the timber and thus cleared the land, they sold the land for farming purposes and it was not long before grain began to grow where before, the tall pines and oaks had grown. As settlers came in from other parts of Russell County and from Prescott County, the village began to grow and prosper.

Most of the settlers to whom Flatt and Bradley sold were French. Soon a Roman Catholic Church was erected. By 1890 Casselman was on the map.

And now we pass on to the year 1987 when Casselman was destroyed by fire and the people had to flee for their lives. It is an exciting story.

At the time of the fire the village of Casselman was a place of 300 inhabitants. It boasted two stores and two hotels, the former kept by Mr. Quenville and Mr. Pilon and the latter by Mr. Octave Sabourin and Joe Charlebois, who was called by the English people Mr. Wood, which was the last part of his French name.

The village also had a brick Catholic Church, the Priest of which was Pere Francoeur and a frame Presbyterian Church which was supplied by students. At the time the fire broke out a manse was being built for the Rev. David Craig, a coming Minister. All told, there were about 50 buildings in the village.

And now we come to October 5th, the day of the great excitement. Before we proceed to the story of how the village became fire swept and the people lost their all, let us explain the general situation for the fire was not a thing of Casselman only. It was a fire which swept the country by a width of five miles and a length of twenty miles which started up in a little settlement called St. Albert, and destroyed everything in it's path clean down to the very doors, as it were, of Riceville in the east, and while on it's way, it swept over the little Hamlet of South Indian and swept it clean, taking a toll of three lives as it passed. It was one of the worst fires this part of Canada has known and takes rank with the great fires of Carelton and South Hull in the year 1870.

Let us draw a picture of the District affected. First we have the line of the Canada Atlantic Railway with Casselman as the strategic point of the story. Then seven miles west (near Ottawa) the village of S ?(the next few lines are obliterated)…Casselman…St. Albert, in the vicinity Of where the fire started. St. Albert is west and a little south of South Indian. That is why South Indian also was burned.

Then northeast of Casselman, a distance of some twelve miles, we have the old and historic village of Riceville. Then running north from South Indian to Rockland and playing a part in the story, we have the branch line of the Canada Atlantic Panber (?) village, the home of Edwards Mill on the Ottawa river.

And now, with these preliminaries we are all set for the story of the fire. The fire, it should be told had it's origin in a land clearing just east of the village of St. Albert. A wind sprang up and the fire went eastward. It traveled and spread rapidly because the whole country was full of the debris of the former pine forest and the ground was strewn thick with pine brush and nice easy burning pine stumps. Anyhow, the fire spread, and spread rapidly.

On the morning of the fifth the people of awakened to find the air thick with smoke from the direction of St. Albert. They knew there was danger but did not know it was so imminent.

At two o'clock that afternoon the people knew they must get away at once. The air was so thick with smoke it was hard to see which way to travel. A general cry of "Fly for your lives" went up. An unhappy condition at once arose. In the morning all the older Protestant children had crossed to the north side of the river to go to school, the school not having been removed to the south side of the river when the change of village site had been made some years before. There was no time to get them back to the south side.

A few people took boats and fled to the north side of the river and joined their children. Others decided to trust in the capacity of Lorne Bouck, the teacher, and fled south where they found shelter on the farm of D. Racine which was just outside the fire zone. This Mr. Racine later became the M.P.P. for Russell County.

Let us go back a bit and say that early in the day when real danger was first apprehended, it had been arranged that if the situation became serious, the whistles at Merkley's brickyard and Baker's sawmill were to be blown as a signal to desert the village.

At two o'clock the whistles did blow and the people scattered. Some fled one way, some another. About sixty took refuge with Mr. Racine, as already told. Mr. Ezra Casselman, the narrator of this story, and his family were among the Racine party.

And now let us cross the river and see how Mr. Bouck and his charges fared. The confidence of the people in Mr. Bouck had not been misplaced. When the teacher heard the whistles blow and saw the flames across the river, he quickly conducted his class of some forty boys and girls of all ages to "The Bay" below the Falls where he planned, if necessary, to have the children take refuge in the shallow weed grown water of the Bay. All night the fire burned on the site of Casselman village and on both the south and' the north sides of the Nation river. (more obliteration)….broken by help to reach to where they were.

Mr. Casselman tells that the next morning he got the surprise of his life. When he and the others who had sheltered at Racines, came back to the blackened village he was surprised to find that his house, which was a little to the left of the village, was still standing untouched although all his farm buildings, barns, stables, etc., were gone.

While he and his wife gazed at the house in joyful surprise, two Nuns who had been at Racines, came up to him and said, "Mr. Casselman, all we can say is that the Good God saved your house." Mr. Casselman, like the good Presbyterian that he was, replied that he also believed that.

Before dark that night supplies of all sorts from the sympathetic people of Ottawa began to pour in, to what had been, Casselman…groceries, tents, bedding, etc. Most of the people had been dispersed among friends but there was a number left to use and appreciate the help.

That fall the rebuilding of Casselman began and it is now a prosperous village of about 800.

And now let us go to South Indian and learn of the tragedy that marked the destruction of that place. At that period there were about 20 or 25 buildings at South Indian. Everything burned including the little Roman Catholic Church. Among the fleeing villagers and farmers that day was one Frank Levee or Lavigne who lived near the village to the southeast on a farm. When it became evident that the fire was to sweep his farm, Levee, his wife and his wife's sister, together with Levee's infant child, fled for safety to the South Indian-Rockland Branch Line, down which they hoped to travel. But in the dense smoke they all succumbed and were over-taken by the flames. None survived.

Author's note:

As Ezra passed away in 1930 this article was written before that time, possibly around 1920-24, possibly earlier.

A.C.P.

 


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