The conquest of the great Northwest, Volume 1 (of 2): $b Being the story of the adventurers of England known as the Hudson's Bay Company. New pages in the history of the Canadian northwest and western statesLaut, Agnes C.
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The conquest of the great Northwest, Volume 1 (of 2): $b Being the story of the adventurers of England known as the Hudson's Bay Company. New pages in the history of the Canadian northwest and western states
Laut, Agnes C.
Hudson Bay -- History; Hudson's Bay Company; Northwest, Canadian
Walrus wallow on the pink granite islands in huge herds. Polar bears
flounder from icepan to icepan. The arctic hare, white as snow but for
the great bulging black eye, bounds over the bowlders. Snow buntings,
whistling swans, snow geese, ducks in myriads—flacker and clacker and
hold solemn conclave on the adjoining rocks, as though this were their
realm from the beginning and for all time.
Of a tremendous depth are the waters of the straits. Not for nothing
has the ice world been grinding through this narrow channel for
billions of years. No fear of shoals to the mariner. Fear is of another
sort. When the ice is running in a whirlpool and the incoming tide
meets the ice jam and the waters mount thirty-five feet high and a
wind roars between the high shores like a bellows—then it is that the
straits roll and pitch and funnel their waters into black troughs where
the ships go down. “Undertow,” the old Hudson’s Bay captains called
the suck of the tide against the ice-wall; and that black hole where
the lumpy billows seemed to part like a passage between wall of ice
and wall of water was what the mariners feared. The other great danger
was just a plain crush, getting nipped between two icepans rearing
and plunging like fighting stallions, with the ice blocks going off
like pistol shots or smashed glass. No child’s play is such navigating
either for the old sailing vessels of the fur traders or the modern
ice-breakers propelled by steam! Yet, the old sailing vessels and the
whaling fleets have navigated these straits for two hundred years.
Westward of the straits, the shores dropped to low, sandy reaches at
Mansfield Island. Another five hundred miles across the bay brought the
ships to Churchill and York (Nelson).
Here, then, came Captain Knight’s fleet. And the terrific dangers of
his venture met him—as it were—on the spot. The records do not give
the exact point of the disaster, but one may guess without stretching
imagination that it was in the Upper Narrows where thirty-five feet of
lashing tide meet a churning wall of ice.
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