David Thompson, the explorerCochrane, Charles Norris
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David Thompson, the explorer
Cochrane, Charles Norris
Northwest, Canadian; Thompson, David, 1770-1857
The arrival of the annual ship was the event of the year. Hurried
preparations were made for discharging the cargo of provisions for
the factory and supplies for the Indian trade, and taking on board
the year's accumulation of furs, which were destined to adorn the
persons of the fashionable world of England and the Continent. In
the midst of this confusion, the new apprentice was taken ashore, and
within ten days the _Prince Rupert_ sailed away, leaving him to face
the rigours of his new life on the dismal shores of Hudson Bay.
It was indeed a new life in which David Thompson found himself.
Apart from the officers, there was a staff of sixty artisans and
servants in the fort. These were all busy from dawn till dark; for,
besides conducting their trade with the Indians, they had to maintain
themselves as a community in an utterly barren land. At six each
morning in summer, and eight in winter, the duty bell summoned to
their toil, accountant, steward, armourer, shipwright, carpenter,
cooper, blacksmith, mason, tailor, and labourers. Assisted by his
officers, the governor, gorgeous in scarlet tunic and ruffles, his
sword and pistols in his belt, supervised the labours of the factory.
By the early part of October, the myriads of wild geese and ducks
which each summer lived in the vast swamps to the south of Churchill
had winged their way to warmer climes. The middle of the month saw
the marshes stiff with frost, and snow lying on the ground. The
polar bear made his appearance, waiting for the ice to extend some
distance from the shore, when he left to prey on the seal, his
favourite food. By the fifteenth of November, the broad and deep
river was frozen solid from bank to bank, not to break up until the
middle of June in the following year. Till the end of December, the
staff were able to keep the yard of the fort clear of snow. At that
time, a three days' blow from the north-east filled the fort with
snow to a depth of six feet, with drifts as high as the stockades.
Thereafter it was enough if they could keep paths cleared from one
hut to another.
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