By Canadian StreamsBurpee, Lawrence J. (Lawrence Johnstone)
History
By Canadian Streams
Burpee, Lawrence J. (Lawrence Johnstone)
Canada -- History; Rivers -- Canada
The Jesuit missionaries seemed to have discovered at an early date the
advantages of Lake St. John as the site of one of their missions. In
1808 the ruins of their settlement were still visible on the south side
of the lake. James McKenzie, of the North-West Company, who visited the
"King’s Posts" in that year, says that "the plum and apple trees of
their garden, grown wild through want of care, yet bear fruit in
abundance. The foundation of their church and other buildings, as well
as the churchyard, are still visible. The bell of their church, two
iron spades, a horseshoe, a scythe and a bar of iron two feet in length,
have lately been dug out of the ruins of this apparently once
flourishing spot, and, adjoining, is an extensive plain or meadow on
which much timothy hay grows." Elsewhere Mr. McKenzie mentions that the
Fathers had mills on Lake St. John, some of the materials used in their
construction having been found there by officers of the North-West
Company. He adds that an island in the lake, not far from where the
mission formerly stood, swarms with snakes, which a local tradition
credited to the power of the worthy Jesuits. The Fathers found them
inconveniently numerous about their settlement, and conjured them on to
the island.
A settlement of some kind was made at Chicoutimi, on the Saguenay, early
in the eighteenth century. A chapel and store, still standing in 1808,
bore an inscription that they had been built in 1707. Father Coquart
records that in 1750 there was a saw-mill on the River Oupaouétiche, one
and a half leagues above Chicoutimi, which worked two saws night and
day.
III
THE RIVER OF ACADIA
Along my fathers’ dykes I roam again,
Among the willows by the river-side.
These miles of green I know from hill to tide,
And every creek and river’s ruddy stain.
Neglected long and shunned, our dead have lain.
Here, where a people’s dearest hope has died,
Alone of all their children scattered wide,
I scan the sad memorials that remain.
HERBIN.
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