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
Before many miles were passed our waggon broke down. To save time we
take lunch during the halt for repairs. The prairie about us has good
soil, but the herbage is dry. However, it affords good pasturage. We
proceed onwards through the Cochrane ranche, passing along a stretch of
rolling country, with hills bringing in mind many parts of the south of
Scotland; well adapted for grazing. A smoky atmosphere conceals from
our view the outline of the mountains. Our drivers, however, inform
us that when the air is clear they stand out distinctly to view, and
present a grand sight.
Our miserable waggon again causes us trouble. One of the wheels gives
way. We have again to halt, and remain by a large pond bordered by
willows. A fire is made to furnish some boiling water, by means of a
frying pan, to Mr. David MacDougall, who has appeared on the scene.
Boiling water, says this authority, repairs a wheel “slap bang, and
makes it go for another hundred miles,” with a few willow withes and
some cod lines, which everyone should carry in the mountains, unless he
has what is better, “shaginappy.”[F] The wheel is pronounced fit for
use, although it looked much less like a wheel, and we reach in safety
Morley, forty miles from Calgary.
Our day’s journey had been partially through rich pasture without a
tree. In certain parts a few groves are seen. The general course was
along a wide valley bounded by lofty hills. We had to do the best
we could at Morley. What accommodation we obtained we owed to Mr.
MacDougall, who gave up his own bed. But few travellers passed this way
until recently, and but little provision has been made for them. We
were thankful for any shelter we could obtain. It was nine o’clock and
dark when we arrived, so in any case there was but time to establish
ourselves as best we could. We were up at an early hour the next
morning, to find that our baggage waggon had not come up. Who should we
see, as we sat down to breakfast, but Senator Ogilvie, to lead us to
think that we had still some relations with the world behind us.
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