David Thompson, the explorerCochrane, Charles Norris
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David Thompson, the explorer
Cochrane, Charles Norris
Northwest, Canadian; Thompson, David, 1770-1857
In the school, Thompson found himself a member of the class in
mathematics, and received such training in geography, algebra,
mechanics, and the art of navigation as was possible with the aid of
texts, many of which were at that time a century old. In those days
books were scarce and dear; and, for their general reading, the boys
had to be satisfied with such miscellaneous works as came their way.
These were passed eagerly from hand to hand, and as eagerly read and
discussed. Youthful imaginations were excited by the romantic
adventures of the Persian and Arabian tales, or by the travels of
Robinson Crusoe and Gulliver in strange lands and among strange
peoples.
Within five minutes' walk of the school was the Abbey and its
cloisters. His hours of recreation David spent mainly in wandering
through the venerable pile, reading the history of England on the
monuments of her heroic dead, and drinking in the beauty of the
architecture, especially that of the noble Henry VII Chapel. On
other occasions, when chance offered, he would stroll through the
Strand and Fleet Street as far east as London Bridge or westward to
Chelsea, rich in historical memories and famous for its beautiful
lawns. Other favourite haunts were St. James' Park and Spring
Gardens in Vauxhall, across the Thames. Forty years of wandering
through rock and forest, by plain and mountain, served merely to
render yet more vivid his boyish recollection of the city and its
parks "where all was beauty to the eye and verdure to the feet."
Thompson's school days, however, were now to be cut short. By the
20th of May, 1784, the formalities were completed by which he was
bound apprentice to the Hudson's Bay Company for seven years; and he
at once embarked from the Port of London on the Company's ship,
_Prince Rupert_, en route for North America. The lines were cast
off, and the vessel with its cargo of goods for the Indian trade
drifted lazily down stream with the tide, carrying Thompson away for
ever from the sights and sounds of London, which he knew and loved so
well.
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