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
difficult to Francis and myself, they must have been a very heavy
strain upon our half-famished companion. He was plucky, though, and
kept up well. Early in the afternoon we reached the Mission, and
very soon my wife was preparing a good meal of such food as we had.
We were hungry, but our guest was famishing and had to be carefully
fed, especially after such a run through the deep snow. Towards
evening he said he was all right, and would return to meet his
family. So we loaded him with fish and told him to rest by the way,
and we would come on the morrow and help him and his family into the
Mission. To witness this man's intense interest in those dependent
upon him, to see that he was willing to sacrifice himself, if
necessary, on their behalf, was very stimulating to our optimism for
the future of this people. In this man, notwithstanding the
centuries of vice and ignorance, the germ of divinity was quite
apparent.
The next evening we had the entire family in camp beside us, and our
women were doing what they could to relieve their necessities. In a
few days the little ones and their elders began to look like
different people. What was mere existence to us was to them a feast.
During the early part of the season the wolves had killed several of
the horses and colts of the Indians, so on one of my trips I secured
a small vial of strychnine, and used it with deadly effect. By the
middle of March I had poisoned twenty-eight wolves and several foxes,
and with these was able to buy a few articles of clothing and two
small sacks of barley meal. My plan was to put a little poison into
a small cube of wildcat fat, which is very soft and melts with little
heat. Then I would chop up some fish and scatter them around where I
had placed the baits. I handled the poison very carefully, as I did
not want to kill any dogs with it, and moreover, the natives had a
prejudice against using it. Late in the evening I would drive with
my dogs several miles to the end of the lake, and there place the
baits, and next morning, before daylight, I would be making across
the ice as fast as my dogs could carry me, gathering up the results
in wolves or foxes, or untouched baits, with which I came home. In
this way I ran but little risk of poisoning any other than the
animals I was after.
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