David Thompson, the explorerCochrane, Charles Norris
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David Thompson, the explorer
Cochrane, Charles Norris
Northwest, Canadian; Thompson, David, 1770-1857
The cold was intense. The noise of rocks split by the frost broke
the silence of the night with a sound like that of a cannon shot. On
the interior walls of the still unfurnished huts, the rime collected
to a depth of four inches, and on this the shivering inhabitants
threw pails of water in order that it might form a coat of ice to
increase the warmth of the houses. Owing to the haste with which the
huts had been thrown up, there had been no time to lay in a
sufficient supply of firewood for the winter; and all the wood that
could be gathered for fuel allowed only one fire in the morning and
one in the evening. During the rest of the day, if the weather was
bad, Thompson, with the others, had to pace the guard room floor,
muffled to the eyes in his beaver coat, in order to keep himself from
freezing. On clear days, however, he passed his time in shooting
grouse, and this activity he enjoyed except for the tumbles in the
snow and the sore feet and ankles that resulted from his eager
efforts to walk in snow-shoes.
The dreary winter seemed endless, when, in the middle of June, summer
burst with the suddenness of dawn in the Tropics, bringing with it
torments which made Thompson regret even the discomforts of winter.
"Hudson Bay," he says in his narrative, "is certainly a country which
Sinbad the sailor never saw, for he makes no mention of musketoes."
These pests rose from the marshes in clouds, driving man and beast to
distraction. The dogs in the fort howled in their agony, rolling
themselves on the ground and hiding in the pools. Even the fox was
in a fighting humour, barking and snapping; and, hungry though he
was, he was forced to seek shelter in his hole.
Such was Thompson's first year on the Bay. He had expected, when he
reached the Fort, to be employed as a clerk, but he soon found that
his only business was to amuse himself, "in winter growling at the
cold, and in the open season shooting gulls, duck, and plover and
quarreling with musketoes and sand flies." Fortunately, however, he
had for company three of the officers of the factory, the deputy
governor, the sloop-master, and the surgeon. To these gentlemen he
felt himself greatly indebted for the loan of various books on
history and natural science, by reading which he was able to put his
hours of idleness to profitable use.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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