Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 07
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 07
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
desperate. You can have no idea of an American winter in such
latitudes." (Hereupon I stirred the fire, and helped myself to a glass
of toddy.) "The snow comes on at once, and the atmosphere is so loaded
and thickened with drift, that you may cut it into cubes with a knife.
And then the snow, which in a few hours accumulates over your dwelling
to the very roof, penetrates everywhere through your wooden erection. In
spite of a blazing hearth, you are shivering almost in the midst of the
flame. The horrors of that winter I can never forget; we were, long ere
New Year's-day, reduced to our daily shifts for our daily food. Had it
not been for our Indian friends, we should have perished of hunger to a
man; but their skill in archery and even in ball-shooting is altogether
incredible. Nothing borne on wings over our heads escaped them. The bow
was lifted immediately to the eye, the arrow was pointed, and followed
for a small space the course of the bird; it flew, but apparently not
straight for the object, but greatly in advance of it; but, ere it had
gained its utmost ascent, the winged and the feathered objects had
crossed on their courses, and the prey fell immediately, transfixed by
the arrow. We broke the ice, too, of the lake, which was often three
feet in thickness, and, with bait prepared by the Indians, of the seeds
of trees, decoyed occasionally some half-starved fish to our lines. But,
with all appliances and means to boot, we became perfect skeletons;
several died of various complaints, all brought on by cold, and spare as
well as unwholesome diet. Oh, what would I then have given for a dinner
such as we have enjoyed this day! But, not to fatigue you with
exclamations and with representations of suffering which to you must
seem incredible, the winter gave way at last, and its departure was
agreeably unexpected with its approach; the thaw came as much earlier as
the frost had anticipated its average approach. Our boats were again on
the lake, and we were enabled to ship off our skins for their ultimate
destination, Montreal. As I had shown considerable talents, and what
they termed mettle, during the winter trials, the commander of the party
had me boated off, along with the skins, for Mr Syme's warehouse, at
Montreal. Here I met with a friend, in a cousin of my mother. He
immediately took me into his warehouse.
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