Forest, Lake and Prairie: Twenty Years of Frontier Life in Western Canada—1842-62McDougall, John
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Forest, Lake and Prairie: Twenty Years of Frontier Life in Western Canada—1842-62
McDougall, John
Frontier and pioneer life -- Northwest, Canadian; McDougall, John, 1842-1917; Northwest, Canadian -- Description and travel
It was now about four o'clock or a little after, and we retraced our
track to the river and again turned our faces northward.
My companions seemed to leave me almost at once.
The narrow winding river, with its forest-clad banks, was dark and
very cold and dreary. My legs were stiff, and my feet were already
sore with the snow-shoe strings. My dogs were indifferent to my
urging. They knew I would not run out of the trail to get at them
with my whip. I verily believe each dog thought he had a soft thing
in having this "tenderfoot" as a driver.
Many a time that cold, dark winter's morning I wished I was at home
or in Ontario.
I became sleepy. Even my slow-going dogs would leave me, and I would
make a desperate effort to come up again, and thus the hours passed
and we kept the river. After a long time, a terrible time to me, the
day sky began to appear. Slowly the morning dawned, the cold
intensified. I was in misery. I began to wonder where my friends
would stop for breakfast.
Presently we came to a large lake. Out a mile or two, I could
discern an island. Oh! thought I, there is where they will stop.
They were near it already, and I began to hope for transient help and
rest. Again I looked, and straight past it William took his course,
and away yonder, like a faint streak of blue, was a point he was
making for.
How my hopes were dashed, and it seemed for a little I would have to
give up.
I was now a considerable distance behind my dogs, when, all of a
sudden, a feeling took hold of me, and I began to reason in this wise
to myself. What is the matter with you? You are strong, you are
capable. What are you doing behind here, ready to give up? Come! be
a man. And I stepped out briskly--I began to run on those
snow-shoes. I came up to those lazy dogs, and gave them such a shout
they thought a small cyclone had struck them. Soon I was up opposite
the island, and I ran away to its shore, broke a long dry pole, and
after my dogs I went, and brought it down alongside of them with
another shout, and made them bound off; then picking up the pieces of
broken pole, I let them fly at those dogs, and away we went.
Presently I was in a glow, and the stiffness in my limbs was gone,
and soon I came up to my companions, and said, "Where are you going
to have breakfast?" And they said, "Across yonder," pointing to the
blue streak in the distance. "Well, then," said I, "why don't you
travel faster, and let us get there?" William looked at me, and
father turned round in his cariole to see if I was in earnest, and
from thenceforth, on that trip as ever since, I was all right.
I had found the secret. I had the capability to become a pioneer and
frontiersman, and now I knew this a complete change came over me and
has remained with me ever since.
No more whining and dragging behind after that. My place was at the
front, and in all the tripping and hardship and travel of the years I
have kept there.
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