They spent a good part of the day doing so.

After dinner Grace and Elfreda paddled up the river in the bark canoe, returning just before suppertime, faces flushed from their exercise, and eyes sparkling.
Early next morning Willy Horse and the advance guard of the timber outfit arrived on the scene, as was evidenced by sundry shouts up-river.
Tom and Hippy hurried upstream to meet the party, and later in the day the Overland girls came up to watch the work already in progress.

A knock-down bunk-house was rapidly going up, and the cook with pots and kettles over a brisk fire in the open was preparing supper for the lumberjacks.
The jacks were a hardy two-fisted lot of men, Swedes, Norwegians, French Canadians, half-breeds and a few sturdy Americans, though the latter were greatly outnumbered.

Tom was bossing the gang and doing it like a man who had handled lumberjacks before.
"Why so rough with them ?" remonstrated Grace.
"Because I know the breed.

Be easy with jacks and they think you are afraid of them, and will promptly take advantage of you.