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30 T H R O U G H T H E M A C K E N Z I E B A S IN
thing more to be said. It has an old fort, or, rather, portions
of one, for the vandalism which has let disappear
another, and s t i l l more historic, stronghold, is manifest here
as well. And truly, what savage scenes have been enacted
on this very spot! What strife i n the days of the rival companies
! Edmonton is a city still marked by the fine savour
of the '* Old- Timers," who meet once a year to renew associations,
and for some fleeting but glorious hours recall the
past on the great river. Age is thinning them out, and by
and by the remainder man w i l l shake his " few, sad, last
gray hairs," and slip out, too. But the tradition of him, it
is to be hoped, w i l l live, and bind his memory forever to
the soil he trod, when all this Western world was a wilderness,
each primitive settlement a happy family, each unit an
unsophisticated, hospitable soul.
To our mortification we found that our supplies, seasonably
shipped at Winnipeg, would not arrive for several days;
a delay, to begin with, which seemed to prefigure all our
subsequent hindrances. Then rain set in, and it was the
afternoon of the 29th before M r . Round could get us off.
Once under way, however, with our thirteen waggons, there
was no trouble save from their heavy loads, which could not
be moved faster than a walk. Our first camp was at Sturgeon
River— the Nanian Sepe of the Crees— a fine stream
i n a defile of hills clothed with poplar and spruce, the former
not quite in leaf, for the spring was backward, though
seeding and growth in the Edmonton District was much
ahead of Manitoba. The river flat was dotted with clumps
of russet- leaved willows, to the north of which our waggons
were ranged, and soon the quickly pitched tents, fires and
sizzling fry- pans filled even the tenderfoot with a sense of
comfort.
Next morning our route lay through a line of low, broken
hills, with scattered woods, largely burnt and blown down
by the wind; a desolate tract, which enclosed, to our left,
the L i l y Lake— Ascutamo Sakaigon— a somewhat marshy-
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| OCR | 30 T H R O U G H T H E M A C K E N Z I E B A S IN thing more to be said. It has an old fort, or, rather, portions of one, for the vandalism which has let disappear another, and s t i l l more historic, stronghold, is manifest here as well. And truly, what savage scenes have been enacted on this very spot! What strife i n the days of the rival companies ! Edmonton is a city still marked by the fine savour of the '* Old- Timers," who meet once a year to renew associations, and for some fleeting but glorious hours recall the past on the great river. Age is thinning them out, and by and by the remainder man w i l l shake his " few, sad, last gray hairs," and slip out, too. But the tradition of him, it is to be hoped, w i l l live, and bind his memory forever to the soil he trod, when all this Western world was a wilderness, each primitive settlement a happy family, each unit an unsophisticated, hospitable soul. To our mortification we found that our supplies, seasonably shipped at Winnipeg, would not arrive for several days; a delay, to begin with, which seemed to prefigure all our subsequent hindrances. Then rain set in, and it was the afternoon of the 29th before M r . Round could get us off. Once under way, however, with our thirteen waggons, there was no trouble save from their heavy loads, which could not be moved faster than a walk. Our first camp was at Sturgeon River— the Nanian Sepe of the Crees— a fine stream i n a defile of hills clothed with poplar and spruce, the former not quite in leaf, for the spring was backward, though seeding and growth in the Edmonton District was much ahead of Manitoba. The river flat was dotted with clumps of russet- leaved willows, to the north of which our waggons were ranged, and soon the quickly pitched tents, fires and sizzling fry- pans filled even the tenderfoot with a sense of comfort. Next morning our route lay through a line of low, broken hills, with scattered woods, largely burnt and blown down by the wind; a desolate tract, which enclosed, to our left, the L i l y Lake— Ascutamo Sakaigon— a somewhat marshy- |
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