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
It was all of one hundred and fifty miles to the Mission. There was
no road, the snow was unusually deep and the weather intensely cold;
yet here were two Indians with a dog-sled upon which was stretched
the inanimate body of their friend, and they were willing in the face
of great difficulty to undertake this long journey, just because
their friend had signified a wish to be interred beside the Mission.
Who will say after this that these people have no sentiment?
Now there were six of us to keep the fire burning, and in relays of
two we chopped and carried until daylight came, when in gladness we
resumed our journey. At any rate we would have plenty of dry wood
for the rest of the trip. What food we carried was not of the best.
Having no fat in it, it had not the quality essential to keeping out
the cold. It takes the heart out of most men to struggle on day
after day under such conditions, and in my case there was a
complication of troubles, for during the second day out of
Maskepetoon's camp I was taken with my first and only attack of
"snow-shoe sickness." This is a contraction of the tendons and
sinews of the instep, and is exceedingly painful, worse, indeed, than
toothache or even earache. It kept me from resting at night, and
when we went out of our noon or night camps I would hop along on one
foot with the help of a pole, until in sheer weariness I would force
my foot to the ground. Our dogs were so thin and weak that they
could not draw me on the sled.
Five days of cold and pain and extreme hardship brought us to the
Mission. While our friends were glad to see us, they were sorely
disappointed that our food report was not more encouraging. There
was nothing for the settlement but to be content with potatoes and
parched barley for some time to come. During our absence young
Hamilton had died, and we buried old Joseph beside him. For some
years of this life he could say with him of old, "I know that my
Redeemer liveth." And in full hope we laid his mortal remains in the
ground, once more to recline on the breast of mother-earth.
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