Notes of a Twenty-Five Years' Service in the Hudson's Bay Territory eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 200 pages of information about Notes of a Twenty-Five Years' Service in the Hudson's Bay Territory.

Notes of a Twenty-Five Years' Service in the Hudson's Bay Territory eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 200 pages of information about Notes of a Twenty-Five Years' Service in the Hudson's Bay Territory.

Friday, the 19th.—­Early in the morning, P. Neven (being now convalescent) and Mordoch Ferguson set off on their return, whilst I and my party proceeded on our onward route.  I retained a sled of dogs, intending to drive them myself.  We travelled eleven miles on Whale River, then struck across the country to the eastward.  Encamped at four, P.M.  Fourteen miles.

Saturday, the 20th.—­The moon affording no longer light to find our way in the night, we must now wait till daylight.  Started at seven A.M.; crossed a point of wood, chiefly larch, of a miserably small growth; then came out on a large lake (comparatively speaking), on which we travelled till four, P.M.  Thirteen miles.

Sunday, the 21st.—­Set off at seven A.M.  About eleven, we fell on the fresh tracks of a large herd of deer, which my guides carefully examined; their experience not only enabling them to determine the precise time they had passed, but the very spot where they were likely to be found, which they affirmed was close to us.  My dogs being very much reduced, and not having the means of increasing their present modicum of food, I determined on availing myself of an opportunity which might not again occur of procuring a supply.  The Indians accordingly set off in quest of them, desiring us at their departure to make no fire until the sun had reached a certain position in the heavens which they pointed out to us.  We made our encampment at the time appointed, and were soon joined by our hunters, dragging after them a fine doe; they had got only one shot at the herd, which immediately took to the bare hills, where pursuit was in vain.  Our guides being encamped by themselves, I was curious to ascertain by ocular evidence the manner in which the first kettle would be disposed of, nor did I wait long till my curiosity was gratified.  The cannibals fell upon the half-cooked flesh with a voracity which I could not have believed even savages capable of; and in an incredibly short space of time the kettle was disposed of;—­and this, too, after their usual daily allowance, which is equal to, and sometimes exceeds, that of the other men, who say they have enough.  Proceeded seven miles.

Monday, the 22nd.—­On examining the remains of the deer this morning, I found my quadrupeds would benefit but little by my good intentions and loss of time, our guides having applied themselves so sedulously to the doe during the night, as to leave but little for their canine brethren.  We started at seven, A.M., the travelling very heavy in the woods.  About noon we came upon a large lake, where we made better speed.  Thirteen miles.

Tuesday, the 23rd.—­Travelled through woods the greater part of the day; encamped at four o’clock.  Sixteen miles.

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