Think The Shining, only without the literary aspirations. And likely, more booze.
Seems that all of this may, in fact, be legend, probably cooked up by an actual sufferer of "Jumping Frenchman Disorder" who was tired of his bunk-mates shouting at him so he'd leap around uncontrollably for their amusement.
And before you go there, yes, I do have family who were associated with the logging camps around Moosehead Lake. I don't know of any instances of such exaggerated reactions to stimuli amongst my kin. They have told and retold the story, though, and I'm pretty keen on fainting goats, so take from this what you need.