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
Next morning some of us felt a little stiff and tired from our
afternoon drill, for such indeed was the object of our ride. Wilson and
Kit Lawrence, his assistant, started early with the supply waggon, as
our own movements are governed by those of the baggage. We did not deem
it necessary immediately to follow, and hence did not hurry our start.
The sun was a degree or so above Castle Mountain as we left. Our ride
was very agreeable: to some extent through Banksian pine, occasionally
along the bank of the Bow River, still a large stream, more
considerable, for instance, than the Thames at Richmond. The current is
strong, and unhappy the canoeman who has to pole up against it. Here
and there we ride through burnt woods. A “brulé” is an ominous word to
any one who has to make his way through the bush. The fire has recently
destroyed the growth of young timber. The existence of these fires
explains the frequent thick, heavy, smoky atmosphere through which we
have been unable to see the outline of the mountains. Occasionally a
snow-covered peak peers far above the dense smoke below, and to the
south we see what the maps suggest to be Mount Lefroy; but there are
several lofty summits, any one of which is sufficiently remarkable to
be named after that distinguished General. One is crested like a huge
camel’s back; one rises to a sharp cone; a third has the appearance of
an extinct volcano, and the crumbling edge of the crater reveals the
glacier within.
The waggon which has brought us from Calgary has been driven by a young
man named Kane. He had started early in the morning with Wilson, and at
a turn in the path we came suddenly upon Wilson’s horse tethered up by
the bridle. Kane was lying upon the ground, suffering from a violent
attack of colic. We had at once to ride and overtake the waggon for
medicine. Thirty drops of chlorodine relieved him, and we left him at
the nearest contractors’ camp. The two waggons with which we started
from Calgary have now nearly disappeared, for we have lost three
wheels, and one of the drivers is left behind.
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