Pathfinding on Plain and Prairie: Stirring Scenes of Life in the Canadian North-westMcDougall, John
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Pathfinding on Plain and Prairie: Stirring Scenes of Life in the Canadian North-west
McDougall, John
Frontier and pioneer life -- Northwest, Canadian; McDougall, John, 1842-1917; Northwest, Canadian -- Description and travel
One day when I had a large crowd of these people before me I said to
them, "I have lived amongst different peoples, and in every case
these at times have sickened and died, and from all I can learn this
has been going on for thousands of years. These peoples expect this
to take place at some time in their experience. Everywhere I have
travelled I have seen graveyards, and plenty of evidence that all men
in the countries that I have been in are visited by death. But now I
have come among a people who, if they did not hate one another, and
work bad medicines and poison on one another, would live always--at
least, that is what you think and how you talk. You are different
from all other men. How is this? Has the Great Spirit treated you
with partiality? His word says, 'God is no respecter of persons.'
Are you not foolish to think and act as you do? Come, now, think
about this, and ask the Great Spirit to give you light." So at
service and in the lodge and around the camp-fire we kept at them;
but the implantings of centuries cannot be shaken off in one or two
generations.
CHAPTER XI.
We return to Victoria--War parties abroad--Father's influence over
the Indians--We organize a big fresh meat hunt--David's first buffalo
hunt--Mark's adventure with a war party--Surrounded by
wolves--Incidents of our journey--Preparing for the winter.
Soon the autumn was past, the most of our wandering people had gone,
and we made ready to travel back to Victoria. Mark, whose wife had
died during the epidemic of the previous spring, left his motherless
children with their grandparents and his brothers, and went with us.
He said his heart was sore and he would go with us in order to be
comforted.
Carefully we scouted past Edmonton, for this was the season of
activity for the scalp-taker and horse-thief, but we reached the
older Mission without any mishap. Here we found everybody busy at
the necessary work of preparing for the winter, which always involved
a considerable amount of labor. The usual excitement over the coming
and going of war parties had taken place. Mother and sisters had
spent days and nights in a sort of semi-terror because of the wild
conduct of these people, which even Maskepetoon's strong influence
could not wholly control, though doubtless this grand old man's firm
friendship for the white man, and especially for those of our
Mission, was the main reason that no violence was attempted.
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