Historical record from James Callow Folklore Archive.

THIS IS SET IN A LOGGING CAMP OF FRENCH-CANADIAN
LOGGERS. ALL THE LOGGERS IN THE CAMP ARE HUGE,
MUSCULAR, SIX AND A HALF FEET TALL AND
TREMENDOUSLY STRONG.
ONE DAY THE LOGGERS ARE SITTING AROUND THEIR CAMP
WHEN A LITTLE IRISHMAN COMES OUT OF THE WOODS AND
SAYS:
FOR FRENCH-CANADIANS). SO HE RUNS OFF INTO THE WOODS.
ONE BIG, MUSCULAR LOGGER GETS UP AND RUNS AFTER THE
IRISHMAN. A LITTLE WHILE LATER THERE'S THE SOUND
OF A STRUGGLE GOING ON IN THE TREES AND THE LOGGER
COMES FLYING INTO THE CAMP, ALL BROKEN AND BLOODY.
THEN THE LITTLE IRISHMAN COMES OUT OF THE TREES AND
SAYS: "HEY, FROGY." AND RUNS OFF INTO THE WOODS.
THREE HUGE, STRONG, TOUGH LOGGERS GET UP AND GO
AFTER THE IRISHMAN. PRETTY SOON, THERE'S THIS LOUD
RUMBLE IN THE WOODS AND SOUNDS OF BUSHES BEING BROKEN.
HALF THE LOGGING CAMP GOES OUT AND FINDS THE LOGGERS
SCATTERED ALL OVER THE GROUND. ALL BROKEN UP WITH
LEGS AND ARMS, ALL STRATCHED UP AND HALF DEAD.
THE LOGGERS ARE REAL MAD AND THEY GO OUT AFTER THE
IRISHMAN. BACK IN THE CAMP, THE OTHER HALF OF THE
MEN HEAR THIS TERRIBLE THUNDER NOISE AND THEY HEAR
WHOLE TREES FALLING AND BLOOD-CURDLING SCREAMS.
THEN IT'S QUIET. THEY'RE JUST ABOUT TO GO OUT AND
HELP THEIR PALS WHEN ONE LIMPING, BLACK-EYED,
BROKEN-ARMED, BLEEDING, BRUISED LOGGER CRAWLED
BACK INTO CAMP AND GASPS: "DON'T GO OUT THERE.
HE TRICKED US; THERE'S TWO OF THEM!"

Submitter comment:

HE WAS TOLD THIS BY A BRITISHER LIVING IN CANADA.

Where learned: UNIVERSITY OF DETROIT DORMS

James Callow Keyword(s): FROGGY

Date learned: 10-23-1970