The North-West Passage by land: Being the narrative of an expedition from the Atlantic to the Pacific, undertaken with the view of exploring a route across the continent to British Columbia through British territory, by one of the northern passes in the Rocky MountainsMilton, William Fitzwilliam, Viscount
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The North-West Passage by land: Being the narrative of an expedition from the Atlantic to the Pacific, undertaken with the view of exploring a route across the continent to British Columbia through British territory, by one of the northern passes in the Rocky Mountains
Milton, William Fitzwilliam, Viscount
British Columbia -- Description and travel; Northwest, Canadian -- Description and travel
At the expiration of the stipulated month, the Blackfeet came to the
Fort, according to their agreement. Their horses were secured within
the walls, all their arms except their knives taken from them, and
then the expected victim was escorted to the starting-place by the
whole staff of the establishment, who turned out on horseback to
see fair play. The Cree was placed at his post, 100 yards ahead of
his bloodthirsty enemies, who were eager as wolves for their prey.
The word was given, and away darted the hunted Indian, the pursuers
following with frantic yells. At first the pack of Blackfeet gained
rapidly, for terror seemed to paralyse the limbs of the unfortunate
Cree, and his escape seemed hopeless. But as his enemies came within
a few yards of him, he recovered his presence of mind, shook himself
together, his training and fine condition began to tell, and, to their
astonishment and chagrin, he left them with ease at every stride. In
another mile he was far in advance, and pulling up for an instant,
shook his fist triumphantly at his baffled pursuers, and then quickly
ran out of sight. He eventually succeeded in rejoining the rest of his
tribe in safety.
In the course of a few days we again went over to St. Alban’s to look
for the bears. M. Lacome provided four half-breeds to accompany us, and
we spent the whole day in a fruitless hunt. We found, indeed, places
where the ground had been turned up by the animals in digging for
roots, but none of the signs were very fresh.
The next day we made another search, assisted by a number of dogs, but
the bears had evidently left the neighbourhood, and we returned to
Edmonton vastly disappointed.
We were obliged to stay some time longer at the Fort, for the road
before us lay through dense forest, affording but little pasturage,
and it was necessary that the horses should be quite fresh and in
the highest condition before setting out on such a journey. The
time passed monotonously, the life in a Hudson’s Bay fort being most
uneventful and “ennuyant.” We wandered from one window to another, or
walked round the building, watching for the arrival of Indians, or the
sight of some object of speculation or interest. At dusk the scores
of sleigh dogs set up their dismal howling, and disturbed us in the
same manner at daybreak, from slumbers we desired to prolong as much
as possible, in order to shorten the wearisome day. In this habit
of howling in chorus at sunset and sunrise, the Indian dogs present
another point of likeness to wolves, which they so closely resemble
in outward form. One of the pack commences with short barks, and the
others gradually join in, and all howl with might and main for about
five minutes. Then they cease as gradually as they began, and all is
quiet again.
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