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
These big birch-bark canoes formed a great contrast to our heavier
and clumsier boats. They were manned by stalwart fellows, who knew
well how to swing a paddle and handle their frail barque in either
lake-storm or river-rapid. With grace and speed and regular dip of
paddles, keeping time to their canoe-song, they hove in sight and
came to land beside us, and we camped together for the night.
Up and away they went early next morning to ascend the tributaries of
the Saskatchewan which flow from the north country; then to make the
"long portage," which would bring them to the head-waters of the
great Mackenzie system; then up the Peace to the foot of the
mountains, and from thence to return by the same route; while the
dignitaries they have conveyed thus far will now turn southwards
across long stretches of woodland prairie, and on horseback and with
pack-saddles, will again come out on the Saskatchewan, at Edmonton.
With a cheer from our crews, and a song from their lips as they bent
to their paddles, they left us; but their coming and going had given
us a unique experience, and a still further insight into the ways and
means of transport and government which obtained in this great
territory.
For days our progress was very slow. Our men had to ply their oars
incessantly.
Many times in one day we crossed and recrossed the river, to take
advantage of the weaker currents. From the break of day until the
stars began to twinkle at night, only stopping for meals, our men
kept at it, as if they were machines and not flesh and blood.
The sweltering heat, the numberless mosquitoes--who can begin to
describe them? But if these hardworked men can endure them, how much
more we, who are but passengers, and have just now nothing else to do
but endure. For myself, I now and then relieved one of the men at
the oar, or took the sweep and steered the boat for hours, letting my
steersman help his men.
By and by we came to where there was a beach along the shore, and
then our men gladly took to tracking instead of the oar. Four men
would hitch themselves with their carrying-straps to the end of a
long rope, and walk and run along the shore for miles, thus pulling
their boat up the stream at a rapid rate. Then the other four would
take the collars and our progress become faster. Sometimes we came
to extra currents or rapids; then the rope was doubled, and all hands
went on shore to pull and strain past the difficulty. Occasionally
two crews had to come to each other's help, and take one boat at a
time up the rapids, and though our men welcomed this as compared with
the monotonous pull, pull at the oars, yet it was very hard work.
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