1953  All winter they had been reaping the timber harvest and the most colourful of them, the river hogs, steered the logs . . . into the main stream of the North Saskatchewan when the breakup came.
1956  But he seemed a friendly sort of river-hog, for he was grinning affably.
1964  One may see a visitor with a misty look in his eye; an old blacksmith, top loader, barn boss, teamster, cookie or river hog who has returned to a fleeting glimpse of an era long gone by.