England and Canada: A Summer Tour Between Old and New Westminster, with Historical NotesFleming, Sandford
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England and Canada: A Summer Tour Between Old and New Westminster, with Historical Notes
Fleming, Sandford
Canada -- Description and travel
The rain continued to fall in torrents the whole night of our arrival
in Winnipeg, and the gale increased in violence. The streets were next
to impassable. Roadways, without paving or metal, in the newest of
cities, formed only on the deep, black, vegetable soil of the locality,
are the least fitted to undergo an ordeal such as that of the last
fifteen hours. The storm increased in strength to the time when the
services commenced, so on this Sunday the city clergymen preached to
pews almost empty. It was not until late in the afternoon that its
violence passed away. But its traces were everywhere visible. Trees
recently planted had been torn up by their roots; buildings had been
unroofed and many injured; frame-work in course of construction had
been destroyed, and a church steeple was completely thrown down. As
daylight was waning it became possible to walk on the plank sidewalk
without danger of being mastered by the wind. The roads were in a
terrible condition, and where no plank had been laid down, the foot
sank deep into the tenacious mud.
I had arranged to start by the eight o’clock train on the Monday.
Our baggage had been all collected, and we breakfasted early. The
cabman anticipated the appointed hour, bearing in mind the condition
of the streets through which his horses had to toil. The roads were,
indeed, in a wretched state. I could only compare the thoroughly
saturated, deep, black, vegetable soil to treacle, and the horses
had to do their utmost to draw the load through it. The wheels were
often axle deep, and the vehicle cracked, from time to time, as if
it was going to pieces. The platform of the station was crowded. The
last look was given to the bags, blankets and waterproofs, and to the
saddles, bridles, tents and our whole outfit, to see that they were all
collected and that nothing was left behind. As it would be impossible
to supply a missing necessary after we had left the railway, the
inspection had to be made with care.
During my stay in Winnipeg I saw the Chief Commissioner of the Hudson’s
Bay Company, and discussed with him the possibility of having supplies
sent from the Company’s establishment in British Columbia to meet us at
a point east of Kamloops. It would scarcely be possible to carry with
us from this side sufficient food for the whole distance. It seemed
practicable, however, to make this arrangement, and he kindly undertook
to telegraph and also explicitly instruct his agent in British Columbia
to carry it out. Before leaving the station it was definitely agreed
that such supplies should reach the Columbia River, opposite the
Eagle Pass, by the 8th or 10th of September. If on our arrival at
Calgary circumstances compelled us to abandon the attempt to cross the
mountains, the fact would be telegraphed both to himself and to British
Columbia.
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