york factory—winter amusements—intense cold—the seasons—“skylarking”—sporting in the woods and marshes—trading with indians—christmas doings—breaking-up of the ice in spring.
are you ambitious, reader, of dwelling in a “pleasant cot in a tranquil spot, with a distant view of the changing sea?” if so, do not go to york factory. not that it is such an unpleasant place—for i spent two years very happily there—but simply (to give a poetical reason, and explain its character in one sentence) because it is a monstrous blot on a swampy spot, with a partial view of the frozen sea!
first impressions are generally incorrect; and i have little doubt that your first impression is, that a “monstrous blot on a swampy spot” cannot by any possibility be an agreeable place. to dispel this impression, and at the same time to enlighten you with regard to a variety of facts with which you are probably unacquainted, i shall describe york factory as graphically as may be. an outline of its general appearance has been already given in a former chapter, so i will now proceed to particularise the buildings. the principal edifice is the “general store,” where the goods, to the amount of two years’ outfit for the whole northern department, are stored. on each side of this is a long, low whitewashed house, with green edgings, in one of which visitors and temporary residents during the summer are quartered. the other is the summer mess-room. four roomy fur-stores stand at right angles to these houses, thus forming three sides of the front square. behind these stands a row of smaller buildings for the labourers and tradesmen; and on the right hand is the dwelling-house of the gentleman in charge, and adjoining it the clerks’ house; while on the left are the provision-store and indian trading-shop. a few insignificant buildings, such as the oil-store and lumber-house, intrude themselves here and there; and on the right a tall ungainly outlook rises in the air, affording the inhabitants an extensive view of their wild domains; and just beside it stands the ice-house. this latter building is filled every spring with blocks of solid ice of about three feet square, which do not melt during the short but intensely hot summer. the inhabitants are thus enabled to lay up a store of fresh meat for summer use, which lasts them till about the commencement of winter. the lower stratum of ice in this house never melts; nor, indeed, does the soil of the surrounding country, which only thaws to the depth of a few feet, the subsoil being perpetually frozen.
the climate of york factory is very bad in the warm months of the year, but during the winter the intensity of the cold renders it healthy. summer is very short; and the whole three seasons of spring, summer, and autumn are included in the months of june, july, august, and september—the rest being winter.
during part of summer the heat is extreme, and millions of flies, mosquitoes, etcetera, render the country unbearable. fortunately, however, the cold soon extirpates them. scarcely anything in the way of vegetables can be raised in the small spot of ground called by courtesy a garden. potatoes one year, for a wonder, attained the size of walnuts; and sometimes a cabbage and a turnip are prevailed upon to grow. yet the woods are filled with a great variety of wild berries, among which the cranberry and swampberry are considered the best. black and red currants, as well as gooseberries, are plentiful; but the first are bitter, and the last small. the swampberry is in shape something like the raspberry, of a light yellow colour, and grows on a low bush, almost close to the ground. they make excellent preserves, and, together with cranberries, are made into tarts for the mess during winter.
in the month of september there are generally a couple of weeks or so of extremely fine weather, which is called the indian summer; after which winter, with frost, cold, and snow, sets in with rapidity. for a few weeks in october there is sometimes a little warm weather (or rather, i should say, a little thawy, weather); but after that, until the following april, the thermometer seldom rises to the freezing-point. in the depth of winter it falls from 30 to 40, 45, and even 50 degrees below zero of fahrenheit. this intense cold, however, is not so much felt as one might suppose, as during its continuance the air is perfectly calm. were the slightest breath of wind to arise when the thermometer stands so low, no man could show his face to it for a moment. forty degrees below zero, and quite calm, is infinitely preferable to fifteen degrees below, or thereabouts, with a strong breeze of wind. spirit of wine is, of course, the only liquid that can be used in the thermometers, as mercury, were it exposed to such cold, would remain frozen nearly half the winter. spirit never froze in any cold ever experienced at york factory, unless when very much adulterated with water; and even then the spirit would remain liquid in the centre of the mass (see note 1).
to resist this intense cold the inhabitants dress, not in furs, as is generally supposed, but in coats and trousers made of smoked deer-skins; the only piece of fur in their costume being the cap. the houses are built of wood, with double windows and doors. they are heated by means of large iron stoves, fed with wood; yet so intense is the cold, that i have seen the stove in places red-hot, and a basin of water in the room frozen nearly solid. the average cold, i should think, is about 15 or 16 degrees below zero, or 48 degrees of frost. the country around is a complete swamp, but the extreme shortness of the warm weather, and the consequent length of winter, fortunately prevent the rapid decomposition of vegetable matter. another cause of the unhealthiness of the climate during summer is the prevalence of dense fogs, which come off the bay and enshroud the country; and also the liability of the weather to sudden and extreme changes.
summer may be said to commence in july, the preceding month being a fight between summer and winter, which cannot claim the slightest title to the name of spring. as august advances the heat becomes great; but about the commencement of september nature wears a more pleasing aspect, which lasts till the middle of october. it is then clear and beautiful, just cold enough to kill all the mosquitoes, and render brisk exercise agreeable. about this time, too, the young ducks begin to fly south, affording excellent sport among the marshes. a week or so after this winter commences, with light falls of snow occasionally, and hard frost during the night. flocks of snow-birds (the harbingers of cold in autumn, and heat in spring) begin to appear, and soon the whirring wings of the white partridge may be heard among the snow-encompassed willows. the first thaw generally takes place in april; and may is characterised by melting snow, disruption of ice, and the arrival of the first flocks of wild-fowl.
the country around the fort is one immense level swamp, thickly covered with willows, and dotted here and there with a few clumps of pine-trees. the only large timber in the vicinity grows on the banks of hayes and nelson rivers, and consists chiefly of spruce fir. the swampy nature of the ground has rendered it necessary to raise the houses in the fort several feet in the air upon blocks of wood; and the squares are intersected by elevated wooden platforms, which form the only promenade the inhabitants have during the summer, as no one can venture fifty yards beyond the gates without wetting his feet. nothing bearing the most distant resemblance to a hillock exists in the land. nelson river is a broad stream, which discharges itself into hudson bay, near the mouth of hayes river, between which lies a belt of swamp and willows, known by the name of the point of marsh. here may be found, during the spring and autumn, millions of ducks, geese, and plover, and during the summer billions of mosquitoes. there are a great many strange plants and shrubs in this marsh, which forms a wide field of research and pleasure to the botanist and the sportsman; but the lover of beautiful scenery and the florist will find little to please the eye or imagination, as nature has here put on her plainest garb, and flowers there are none.
of the feathered tribes there are the large and small grey canada goose, the laughing goose (so called from the resemblance of its cry to laughter), and the wavie or white goose. the latter are not very numerous. there are great numbers of wild ducks, pintails, widgeons, divers, sawbills, black ducks, and teal; but the prince of ducks (the canvas-back) is not there. in spring and autumn the whole country becomes musical with the wild cries and shrill whistle of immense hosts of plover of all kinds—long legs, short legs, black legs, and yellow legs—sandpipers and snipe, which are assisted in their noisy concerts by myriads of frogs. the latter are really the best songsters in hudson bay (see note 2). bitterns are also found in the marshes; and sometimes, though rarely, a solitary crane finds its way to the coast. in the woods, and among the dry places around, there are a few grey grouse and wood partridges, a great many hawks, and owls of all sizes—from the gigantic white owl, which measures five feet across the back and wings, to the small grey owl, not much bigger than a man’s hand.
in winter the woods and frozen swamps are filled with ptarmigan—or, as they are called by the trappers, white partridges. they are not very palatable; but, nevertheless, they form a pretty constant dish at the winter mess-table of york factory, and afford excellent sport to the inhabitants. there are also great varieties of small birds, among which the most interesting are the snow-birds, or snow-flakes, which pay the country a flying visit at the commencement and termination of winter.
such is york fort, the great dep?t and gate to the wild regions surrounding hudson bay. having described its appearance and general characteristics, i shall proceed to introduce the reader to my future companions, and describe our amusements and sports among the marshes.
bachelors’ hall.
on the — of june, 1843, i landed the second time on the wharf of york fort, and betook myself to bachelors’ hall, where mr grave, whom i met by the way, told me to take up my quarters. as i approached the door of the well-remembered house, the most tremendous uproar that ever was heard proceeded from within its dingy walls; so i jumped the paling that stood in front of the windows, and took a peep at the interior before introducing myself.
the scene that met my eye was ludicrous in the extreme. mounted on a chair, behind a bedroom door, stood my friend crusty, with a large pail of water in his arms, which he raised cautiously to the top of the door, for the purpose of tilting it over upon two fellow-clerks who stood below, engaged in a wrestling match, little dreaming of the cataract that was soon to fall on their devoted heads; at the door of a room opposite stood the doctor, grinning from ear to ear at the thought of sending a thick stream of water in crusty’s face from a large syringe which he held in his hands; while near the stove sat the jolly skipper, looking as grave as possible under the circumstances.
the practical joke was just approaching to a climax when i looked in. the combatants neared the door behind which crusty was ensconced. the pail was raised, and the syringe pointed, when the hall door opened, and mr grave walked in! the sudden change that ensued could not have been more rapidly effected had mr grave been a magician. the doctor thrust the syringe into his pocket, into which a great deal of the water escaped and dripped from the skirts of his coat as he walked slowly across the room and began to examine, with a wonderful degree of earnestness, the edge of an amputating knife that lay upon his dressing-table. the two wrestlers sprang with one accord into their own room, where they hid their flushed faces behind the door. certain smothered sounds near the stove proclaimed the skipper to be revelling in an excruciating fit of suppressed laughter; while poor crusty, who slipped his foot in rapidly descending from his chair, lay sprawling in an ocean of water, which he had upset upon himself in his fall.
mr grave merely went to mr wilson’s room to ask a few questions, and then departed as if he had seen nothing; but a peculiar twist in the corners of his mouth, and a comical twinkle in his eye, showed that, although he said nothing, he had a pretty good guess that his “young men” had been engaged in mischief!
such were the companions to whom i introduced myself shortly after; and, while they went off to the office, i amused myself in looking round the rooms in which i was to spend the approaching winter.
the house was only one story high, and the greater part of the interior formed a large hall, from which several doors led into the sleeping apartments of the clerks. the whole was built of wood; and few houses could be found wherein so little attention was paid to ornament or luxury. the walls were originally painted white, but this, from long exposure to the influence of a large stove, had changed to a dirty yellow. no carpet covered the floor; nevertheless, its yellow planks had a cheerful appearance; and gazing at the numerous knots with which it was covered often afforded me a dreamy kind of amusement when i had nothing better to do. a large oblong iron box, on four crooked legs, with a funnel running from it through the roof, stood exactly in the middle of the room; this was a stove, but the empty wood-box in the corner showed that its services were not required at that time. and truly they were not; for it was the height of summer, and the whole room was filled with mosquitoes and bull-dog flies, which kept up a perpetual hum night and day. the only furniture that graced the room consisted of two small unpainted deal tables without tablecloths, five whole wooden chairs, and a broken one—which latter, being light and handy, was occasionally used as a missile by the young men when they happened to quarrel. several guns and fishing-rods stood in the corners of the hall, but their dirty appearance proclaimed that sporting, at that time, was not the order of the day. the tables were covered with a miscellaneous collection of articles; and from a number of pipes reposing on little odoriferous heaps of cut tobacco, i inferred that my future companions were great smokers. two or three books, a pair of broken foils, a battered mask, and several surgical instruments, over which a huge mortar and pestle presided, completed the catalogue.
the different sleeping apartments around were not only interesting to contemplate, but also extremely characteristic of the pursuits of their different tenants. the first i entered was very small—just large enough to contain a bed, a table, and a chest, leaving little room for the occupant to move about in; and yet, from the appearance of things, he did move about in it to some purpose, as the table was strewn with a number of saws, files, bits of ivory and wood, and in a corner a small vice held the head of a cane in its iron jaws. these were mixed with a number of indian account-books and an inkstand, so that i concluded i had stumbled on the bedroom of my friend mr wilson, the postmaster.
the quadrant-case and sea-chest in the next room proved it to be the skipper’s, without the additional testimony of the oiled-cloth coat and sou’-wester hanging from a peg in the wall.
the doctor’s room was filled with dreadful-looking instruments, suggestive of operations, amputations, bleeding wounds, and human agony; while the accountant’s was equally characterised by methodical neatness, and the junior clerks’ by utter and chaotic confusion. none of these bedrooms were carpeted; none of them boasted of a chair—the trunks and boxes of the persons to whom they belonged answering instead; and none of the beds were graced with curtains. notwithstanding this emptiness, however, they had a somewhat furnished appearance, from the number of greatcoats, leather capotes, fur caps, worsted sashes, guns, rifles, shot-belts, snow-shoes, and powder-horns with which the walls were profusely decorated. the ceilings of the rooms, moreover, were very low—so much that by standing on tiptoe i could touch them with my hand; and the window in each was only about three feet high by two and a half broad, so that, upon the whole, the house was rather snug than otherwise.
such was the habitation in which i dwelt; such were the companions with whom i associated at york factory.
as the season advanced the days became shorter, the nights more frosty, and soon a few flakes of snow fell, indicating the approach of winter. about the beginning of october the cold, damp, snowy weather that usually precedes winter set in; and shortly afterwards hayes river was full of drifting ice, and the whole country covered with snow. a week or so after this the river was completely frozen over; and hudson bay itself, as far as the eye could reach, was covered with a coat of ice. we now settled down into our winter habits. double windows were fitted in, and double doors also. extra blankets were put upon the beds; the iron stove kept constantly alight; and, in fact, every preparation was made to mitigate the severity of the winter.
the water froze every night in our basins, although the stove was kept at nearly a red heat all day, and pretty warm all night; and our out-of-door costume was changed from jackets and shooting-coats to thick leather capotes, fur caps, duffle socks, and moccasins.
soon after this, white partridges showed themselves; and one fine clear, frosty morning, after breakfast, i made my first essay to kill some, in company with my fellow-clerk and room-mate crusty, and the worthy skipper.
the manner of dressing ourselves to resist the cold was curious. i will describe crusty, as a type of the rest. after donning a pair of deer-skin trousers, he proceeded to put on three pair of blanket socks, and over these a pair of moose-skin moccasins. then a pair of blue cloth leggins were hauled over his trousers, partly to keep the snow from sticking to them, and partly for warmth. after this he put on a leather capote edged with fur. this coat was very warm, being lined with flannel, and overlapped very much in front. it was fastened with a scarlet worsted belt round the waist, and with a loop at the throat. a pair of thick mittens made of deer-skin hung round his shoulders by a worsted cord; and his neck was wrapped in a huge shawl, above whose mighty folds his good-humoured visage beamed like the sun on the edge of a fog-bank. a fur cap with ear-pieces completed his costume. having finished his toilet, and tucked a pair of snow-shoes, five feet long, under one arm, and a double-barrelled fowling-piece under the other, crusty waxed extremely impatient, and proceeded systematically to aggravate the unfortunate skipper (who was always very slow, poor man, except on board ship), addressing sundry remarks to the stove upon the slowness of seafaring men in general, and skippers in particular. in a few minutes the skipper appeared in a similar costume, with a monstrously long gun over his shoulder, and under his arm a pair of snow-shoes gaudily painted by himself; which snow-shoes he used to admire amazingly, and often gave it as his opinion that they were “slap-up, tossed-off-to-the-nines” snow-shoes!
in this guise, then, we departed on our ramble. the sun shone brightly in the cold blue sky, giving a warm appearance to the scene, although no sensible warmth proceeded from it, so cold was the air. countless millions of icy particles covered every bush and tree, glittering tremulously in its rays like diamonds—psha! that hackneyed simile: diamonds of the purest water never shone like these evanescent little gems of nature. the air was biting cold, obliging us to walk briskly along to keep our blood in circulation; and the breath flew thick and white from our mouths and nostrils, like clouds of steam, and, condensing on our hair and the breasts of our coats, gave us the appearance of being powdered with fine snow. crusty’s red countenance assumed a redder hue by contrast, and he cut a very comical figure when his bushy whiskers changed from their natural auburn hue to a pure white, under the influence of this icy covering. the skipper, who all this while had been floundering slowly among the deep snow, through which his short legs were but ill calculated to carry him, suddenly wheeled round, and presented to our view the phenomenon of a very red, warm face, and an extremely livid cold nose thereunto affixed. we instantly apprised him of the fact that his nose was frozen, which he would scarcely believe for some time; however, he was soon convinced, and after a few minutes’ hard rubbing it was restored to its usual temperature.
we had hitherto been walking through the thick woods near the river’s bank; but finding no white partridges there, we stretched out into the frozen swamps, which now presented large fields and plains of compact snow, studded here and there with clumps and thickets of willows. among these we soon discovered fresh tracks of birds in the snow, whereat the skipper became excited (the sport being quite new to him), and expressed his belief, in a hoarse whisper, that they were not far off. he even went the length of endeavouring to walk on tiptoe, but being unable, from the weight of his snow-shoes, to accomplish this, he only tripped himself, and falling with a stunning crash through a large dried-up bush, buried his head, shoulders, and gun in the snow. whir-r-r! went the alarmed birds—crack! bang! went crusty’s gun, and down came two partridges; while the unfortunate skipper, scarce taking time to clear his eyes from snow, in his anxiety to get a shot, started up, aimed at the birds, and blew the top of a willow, which stood a couple of feet before him, into a thousand atoms. the partridges were very tame, and only flew to a neighbouring clump of bushes, where they alighted. meanwhile crusty picked up his birds, and while reloading his gun complimented the skipper upon the beautiful manner in which he pointed. to this he answered not, but raising his gun, let drive at a solitary bird which, either from fear or astonishment, had remained behind the rest, and escaped detection until now, owing to its resemblance to the surrounding snow. he fortunately succeeded in hitting this time, and bagged it with great exultation. our next essay was even more successful. the skipper fired at one which he saw sitting near him, killed it,—and also two more which he had not seen, but which had happened to be in a line with the shot; and crusty and i killed a brace each when they took wing.
during the whole day we wandered about the woods, sometimes killing a few ptarmigan, and occasionally a kind of grouse, which are called by the people of the country wood-partridges. whilst sauntering slowly along in the afternoon, a rabbit darted across our path; the skipper fired at it without even putting the gun to his shoulder, and to his utter astonishment killed it. after this we turned to retrace our steps, thinking that, as our game bags were pretty nearly full, we had done enough for one day. our sport was not done, however; we came suddenly upon a large flock of ptarmigan, so tame that they would not fly, but merely ran from us a little way at the noise of each shot. the firing that now commenced was quite terrific. crusty fired till both barrels of his gun were stopped up; the skipper fired till his powder and shot were done; and i fired till—i skinned my tongue! lest any one should feel surprised at the last statement, i may as well explain how this happened. the cold had become so intense, and my hands so benumbed with loading, that the thumb at last obstinately refused to open the spring of my powder-flask. a partridge was sitting impudently before me, so that, in the fear of losing the shot, i thought of trying to open it with my teeth. in the execution of this plan, i put the brass handle to my mouth, and my tongue happening to come in contact with it, stuck fast thereto—or, in other words, was frozen to it. upon discovering this, i instantly pulled the flask away, and with it a piece of skin about the size of a sixpence. having achieved this little feat, we once more bent our steps homeward.
during our walk the day had darkened, and the sky insensibly become overcast. solitary flakes of snow fell here and there around us, and a low moaning sound, as of distant wind, came mournfully down through the sombre trees, and, eddying round their trunks in little gusts, gently moved the branches, and died away in the distance. with an uneasy glance at these undoubted signs of an approaching storm, we hastened towards the fort as fast as our loads permitted us, but had little hope of reaching it before the first burst of the gale. nature had laid aside her sparkling jewels, and was now dressed in her simple robe of white. dark leaden clouds rose on the northern horizon, and the distant howling of the cold, cold wind struck mournfully on our ears, as it rushed fresh and bitterly piercing from the arctic seas, tearing madly over the frozen plains, and driving clouds of hail and snow before it. whew! how it dashed along—scouring wildly over the ground, as if maddened by the slight resistance offered to it by the swaying bushes, and hurrying impetuously forward to seek a more worthy object on which to spend its bitter fury! whew! how it curled around our limbs, catching up mountains of snow into the air, and dashing them into impalpable dust against our wretched faces. oh! it was bitterly, bitterly cold. notwithstanding our thick wrappings, we felt as if clothed in gauze; while our faces seemed to collapse and wrinkle up as we turned them from the wind and hid them in our mittens. one or two flocks of ptarmigan, scared by the storm, flew swiftly past us, and sought shelter in the neighbouring forest. we quickly followed their example, and availing ourselves of the partial shelter of the trees, made the best of our way back to the fort, where we arrived just as it was getting dark, and entered the warm precincts of bachelors’ hall like three animated marble statues, so completely were we covered from head to foot with snow.
it was curious to observe the change that took place in the appearance of our guns after we entered the warm room. the barrels, and every bit of metal upon them, instantly became white, like ground glass! this phenomenon was caused by the condensation and freezing of the moist atmosphere of the room upon the cold iron. any piece of metal, when brought suddenly out of such intense cold into a warm room, will in this way become covered with a pure white coating of hoar-frost. it does not remain long in this state, however, as the warmth of the room soon heats the metal and melts the ice. thus, in about ten minutes our guns assumed three different appearances: when we entered the house, they were clear, polished, and dry; in five minutes they were white as snow; and in five more, dripping wet!
on the following morning a small party of indians arrived with furs, and mr wilson went with them to the trading-room, whither i accompanied him.
the trading-room—or, as it is frequently called, the indian-shop—was much like what is called a store in the united states. it contained every imaginable commodity likely to be needed by indians. on various shelves were piled bales of cloth of all colours, capotes, blankets, caps, etcetera; and in smaller divisions were placed files, scalping-knives, gun-screws, flints, balls of twine, fire-steels, canoe-awls, and glass beads of all colours, sizes, and descriptions. drawers in the counter contained needles, pins, scissors, thimbles, fish-hooks, and vermilion for painting canoes and faces. the floor was strewn with a variety of copper and tin kettles, from half a pint to a gallon; and on a stand in the furthest corner of the room stood about a dozen trading guns, and beside them a keg of powder and a box of shot.
upon our entrance into this room trade began. first of all, an old indian laid a pack of furs upon the counter, which mr wilson counted and valued. having done this, he marked the amount opposite the old man’s name in his “indian book,” and then handed him a number of small pieces of wood. the use of these pieces of wood is explained in the third chapter. the indian then began to look about him, opening his eyes gradually, as he endeavoured to find out which of the many things before him he would like to have. sympathising with his eyes, his mouth slowly opened also; and having remained in this state for some time, the former looked at mr wilson, and the latter pronounced ahcoup (blanket). having received the blanket, he paid the requisite number of bits of wood for it, and became abstracted again. in this way he bought a gun, several yards of cloth, a few beads, etcetera, till all his sticks were gone, and he made way for another. the indians were uncommonly slow, however, and mr wilson and i returned to the house in a couple of hours, with very cold toes and fingers, and exceedingly blue noses.
during winter we breakfasted usually at nine o’clock; then sat down to the desk till one, when we dined. after dinner we resumed our pens till six, when we had tea; and then wrote again till eight; after which we either amused ourselves with books (of which we had a few), kicked up a row, or, putting on our snow-shoes, went off to pay a moonlight visit to our traps. on wednesdays and saturdays, however, we did no work, and generally spent these days in shooting.
it is only at the few principal establishments of the company, where the accounts of the country are collected annually, to be forwarded to the hudson bay house in london, that so much writing is necessary.
as the christmas holidays approached, we prepared for the amusements of that joyous season. on the morning before christmas, a gentleman, who had spent the first part of the winter all alone at his outpost, arrived to pass the holidays at york factory. we were greatly delighted to have a new face to look at, having seen no one but ourselves since the ship left for england, nearly four months before.
our visitor had travelled in a dog cariole. this machine is very narrow, just broad enough to admit one person. it is a wooden frame covered with deer-skin parchment, painted gaudily, and is generally drawn by four esquimaux dogs (see note 3). dogs are invaluable in the arctic regions, where horses are utterly useless, owing to the depth of snow which covers the earth for so large a portion of the year. the comparatively light weight of the dogs enables them to walk without sinking much; and even when the snow is so soft as to be incapable of supporting them, they are still able to sprawl along more easily than any other species of quadruped could do. four are usually attached to a sledge, which they haul with great vigour; being followed by a driver on snow-shoes, whose severe lash is brought to bear so powerfully on the backs of the poor animals, should any of them be observed to slacken their pace, that they are continually regarding him with deprecatory glances as they run along. should the lash give a flourish, there is generally a short yelp from the pack; and should it descend amongst them with a vigorous crack, the vociferous yelling that results is perfectly terrific. these drivers are sometimes very cruel; and when a pack of dogs have had a fight, and got their traces hopelessly ravelled (as is often the case), they have been known to fall on their knees in their passion, seize one of the poor dogs by the nose with their teeth, and almost bite it off. dogs are also used for dragging carioles, which vehicles are used by gentlemen in the company’s service who are either too old or too lazy to walk on snow-shoes. the cariole is in form not unlike a slipper bath, both in shape and size. it is lined with buffalo robes, in the midst of a bundle of which the occupant reclines luxuriously, while the dogs drag him slowly through the soft snow, and among the trees and bushes of the forest, or scamper with him over the hard-beaten surface of a lake or river; while the machine is prevented from capsizing by a voyageur who walks behind on snow-shoes, holding on to a line attached to the back part of the cariole. the weather during winter is so cold that it is often a matter of the greatest difficulty for the traveller to keep his toes from freezing, despite the buffalo robes; and sometimes, when the dogs start fresh in the morning, with a good breakfast, a bright, clear, frosty day, and a long expanse of comparatively open country before them, where the snow from exposure has become quite hard, away they go with a loud yelp, upsetting the driver in the bolt, who rises to heap undeserved and very improper epithets upon the poor brutes, who, careering over the ground at the rate of eleven miles an hour, swing the miserable cariole over the snow, tear it through the bushes, bang it first on one side, then on the other, against stumps and trees, yelling all the while, partly with frantic glee at the thought of having bolted, and partly with fearful anticipation of the tremendous welting that is to come; until at last the cariole gets jammed hard and fast among the trees of the forest, or plunges down the steep bank of a river head over heels till they reach the foot—a horrible and struggling compound of dogs, traveller, traces, parchment, buffalo robes, blankets, and snow!
christmas morning dawned, and i opened my eyes to behold the sun flashing brightly on the window, in its endeavours to make a forcible entry into my room, through the thick hoar-frost which covered the panes. presently i became aware of a gentle breathing near me, and, turning my eyes slowly round, i beheld my companion crusty standing on tiptoe, with a tremendous grin on his countenance, and a huge pillow in his hands, which was in the very act of descending upon my devoted head. to collapse into the smallest possible compass, and present the most invulnerable part of my body to the blow, was the work of an instant, when down came the pillow, bang! “hooroo! hurroo! hurroo! a merry christmas to you, you rascal!” shouted crusty. bang! bang! went the pillow. “turn out of that, you lazy lump of plethoric somnolescence,” whack!—and, twirling the ill-used pillow round his head, my facetious friend rushed from the room, to bestow upon the other occupants of the hall a similar salutation. upon recovering from the effects of my pommelling, i sprang from bed and donned my clothes with all speed, and then went to pay my friend mr wilson the compliments of the season. in passing through the hall for this purpose, i discovered crusty struggling in the arms of the skipper, who, having wrested the pillow from him, was now endeavouring to throttle him partially. i gently shut and fastened the door of their room, purposing to detain them there till very nearly too late for breakfast, and then sat down with mr wilson to discuss our intended proceedings during the day. these were—firstly, that we should go and pay a ceremonious visit to the men; secondly, that we should breakfast; thirdly, that we should go out to shoot partridges; fourthly, that we should return to dinner at five; and fifthly, that we should give a ball in bachelors’ hall in the evening, to which were to be invited all the men at the fort, and all the indians, men, women, and children, inhabiting the country for thirty miles round. as the latter, however, did not amount to above twenty, we did not fear that more would come than our hall was calculated to accommodate. in pursuance, then, of these resolutions, i cleaned my gun, freed my prisoners just as the breakfast-bell was ringing, and shortly afterwards went out to shoot. i will not drag the reader after me, but merely say that we all returned about dusk, with game-bags full, and appetites ravenous.
our christmas dinner was a good one, in a substantial point of view; and a very pleasant one, in a social point of view. we ate it in the winter mess-room; and really (for hudson bay) this was quite a snug and highly decorated apartment. true, there was no carpet on the floor, and the chairs were home-made; but then the table was mahogany, and the walls were hung round with several large engravings in bird’s-eye maple frames. the stove, too, was brightly polished with black lead, and the painting of the room had been executed with a view to striking dumb those innocent individuals who had spent the greater part of their lives at outposts, and were, consequently, accustomed to domiciles and furniture of the simplest and most unornamental description. on the present grand occasion the mess-room was illuminated by an argand lamp, and the table covered with a snow-white cloth, whereon reposed a platter containing a beautiful, fat, plump wild-goose, which had a sort of come-eat-me-up-quick-else-i’ll-melt expression about it that was painfully delicious. opposite to this smoked a huge roast of beef, to procure which one of our most useless draught oxen had been sacrificed. this, with a dozen of white partridges, and a large piece of salt pork, composed our dinner. but the greatest rarities on the board were two large decanters of port wine, and two smaller ones of madeira. these were flanked by tumblers and glasses; and truly, upon the whole, our dinner made a goodly show.
“come away, gentlemen,” said mr grave, as we entered the room and approached the stove where he stood, smiling with that benign expression of countenance peculiar to stout, good-natured gentlemen at this season, and at this particular hour. “your walk must have sharpened your appetites; sit down, sit down. this way, doctor—sit near me; find a place, mr ballantyne, beside your friend crusty there; take the foot, mr wilson;” and amid a shower of such phrases we seated ourselves and began.
at the top of the table sat mr grave, indistinctly visible through the steam that rose from the wild-goose before him. on his right and left sat the doctor and the accountant; and down from them sat the skipper, four clerks, and mr wilson, whose honest face beamed with philanthropic smiles at the foot of the table. loud were the mirth and fun that reigned on this eventful day within the walls of the highly decorated room at york factory. bland was the expression of mr grave’s face when he asked each of the young clerks to drink wine with him in succession; and great was the confidence which thereby inspired the said clerks, prompting them to the perpetration of several rash and unparalleled pieces of presumption—such as drinking wine with each other (an act of free-will on their part almost unprecedented), and indulging in sundry sly pieces of covert humour, such as handing the vinegar to each other when the salt was requested, and becoming profusely apologetic upon discovering their mistake. but the wildest storm is often succeeded by the greatest calm, and the most hilarious mirth by the most solemn gravity. in the midst of our fun mr grave proposed a toast. each filled a bumper, and silence reigned around while he raised his glass and said, “let us drink to absent friends.” we each whispered, “absent friends,” and set our glasses down in silence, while our minds flew back to the scenes of former days, and we mingled again in spirit with our dear, dear friends at home. how different the mirth of the loved ones there, circling round the winter hearth, from that of the men seated round the christmas table in the nor’-west wilderness i question very much if this toast was ever drunk with a more thorough appreciation of its melancholy import than upon the present memorable occasion. our sad feelings, however, were speedily put to flight, and our gravity routed, when the skipper, with characteristic modesty, proposed, “the ladies;” which toast we drank with a hearty good-will, although, indeed, the former included them, inasmuch as they also were absent friends—the only one within two hundred and fifty miles of us being mr grave’s wife.
what a magical effect ladies have upon the male sex, to be sure! although hundreds of miles distant from an unmarried specimen of the species, upon the mere mention of their name there was instantly a perceptible alteration for the better in the looks of the whole party. mr wilson unconsciously arranged his hair a little more becomingly, as if his ladye-love were actually looking at him; and the skipper afterwards confessed that his heart had bounded suddenly out of his breast, across the snowy billows of the atlantic, and come smash down on the wharf at plymouth dock, where he had seen the last wave of nancy’s checked cotton neckerchief as he left the shores of old england.
just as we had reached the above climax, the sound of a fiddle struck upon our ears, and reminded us that our guests who had been invited to the ball were ready; so, emptying our glasses, we left the dining-room, and adjourned to the hall.
here a scene of the oddest description presented itself. the room was lit up by means of a number of tallow candles, stuck in tin sconces round the walls. on benches and chairs sat the orkneymen and canadian half-breeds of the establishment, in their sunday jackets and capotes; while here and there the dark visage of an indian peered out from among their white ones. but round the stove—which had been removed to one side to leave space for the dancers—the strangest group was collected. squatting down on the floor, in every ungraceful attitude imaginable, sat about a dozen indian women, dressed in printed calico gowns, the chief peculiarity of which was the immense size of the balloon-shaped sleeves, and the extreme scantiness, both in length and width, of the skirts. coloured handkerchiefs covered their heads, and ornamented moccasins decorated their feet; besides which, each one wore a blanket in the form of a shawl, which they put off before standing up to dance. they were chatting and talking to each other with great volubility, occasionally casting a glance behind them, where at least half a dozen infants stood bolt upright in their tight-laced cradles. on a chair, in a corner near the stove, sat a young, good-looking indian, with a fiddle of his own making beside him. this was our paganini; and beside him sat an indian boy with a kettle-drum, on which he tapped occasionally, as if anxious that the ball should begin.
all this flashed upon our eyes; but we had not much time for contemplating it, as, the moment we entered, the women simultaneously rose, and coming modestly forward to mr wilson, who was the senior of the party, saluted him, one after another! i had been told that this was a custom of the ladies on christmas day, and was consequently not quite unprepared to go through the ordeal. but when i looked at the superhuman ugliness of some of the old ones—when i gazed at the immense, and in some cases toothless, chasms that were pressed to my senior’s lips, and that gradually, like a hideous nightmare, approached towards me—and when i reflected that these same mouths might have, in former days, demolished a few children—my courage forsook me, and i entertained for a moment the idea of bolting. the doctor seemed to labour under the same disinclination as myself; for when they advanced to him, he refused to bend his head, and, being upwards of six feet high, they of course were obliged to pass him. they looked, however, so much disappointed at this, and withal so very modest, that i really felt for them, and prepared to submit to my fate with the best grace possible. a horrible old hag advanced towards me, the perfect embodiment of a nightmare, with a fearful grin on her countenance. i shut my eyes. suddenly a bright idea flashed across my mind: i stooped down, with apparent goodwill, to salute her; but just as our lips were about to meet, i slightly jerked up my head, and she kissed my chin. oh, happy thought! they were all quite satisfied, and attributed the accident, no doubt, to their own clumsiness—or to mine!
this ceremony over, we each chose partners, the fiddle struck up, and the ball began. scotch reels were the only dances known by the majority of the guests, so we confined ourselves entirely to them.
the indian women afforded us a good deal of amusement during the evening. of all ungraceful beings, they are the most ungraceful; and of all accomplishments, dancing is the one in which they shine least. there is no rapid motion of the feet, no lively expression of the countenance; but with a slow, regular, up-and-down motion, they stalk through the figure with extreme gravity. they seemed to enjoy it amazingly, however, and scarcely allowed the poor fiddler a moment’s rest during the whole evening.
between eleven and twelve o’clock our two tables were put together, and spread with several towels; thus forming a pretty respectable supper-table, which would have been perfect, had not the one part been three inches higher than the other. on it was placed a huge dish of cold venison, and a monstrous iron kettle of tea. this, with sugar, bread, and a lump of salt butter, completed the entertainment to which the indians sat down. they enjoyed it very much—at least, so i judged from the rapid manner in which the viands disappeared, and the incessant chattering and giggling kept up at intervals. after all were satisfied, the guests departed in a state of great happiness; particularly the ladies, who tied up the remnants of their supper in their handkerchiefs, and carried them away.
before concluding the description of our christmas doings, i may as well mention a circumstance which resulted from the effects of the ball, as it shows in a curious manner the severity of the climate at york factory. in consequence of the breathing of so many people in so small a room for such a length of time, the walls had become quite damp, and ere the guests departed moisture was trickling down in many places. during the night this moisture was frozen, and on rising the following morning i found, to my astonishment, that bachelors’ hall was apparently converted into a palace of crystal. the walls and ceiling were thickly coated with beautiful minute crystalline flowers, not sticking flat upon them, but projecting outwards in various directions, thus giving the whole apartment a cheerful, light appearance, quite indescribable. the moment our stove was heated, however, the crystals became fluid, and ere long evaporated, leaving the walls exposed in all their original dinginess.
winter passed away; but not slowly, or by degrees. a winter of so long duration could not be expected to give up its dominion without a struggle. in october it began, and in november its empire was established. during december, january, february, march, and april it reigned unmolested, in steadfast bitterness; enclosing in its icy bands, and retaining in torpid frigidity, the whole inanimate and vegetable creation. but in may its powerful enemy, caloric, made a decided attack upon the empire, and dealt hoary winter a stunning blow.
about the beginning of april a slight thaw occurred, the first that had taken place since the commencement of winter; but this was speedily succeeded by hard frost, which continued till the second week in may, when thaw set in so steadily that in a few days the appearance of the country entirely changed.
on the 12th of may, hayes river, which had been covered for nearly eight months with a coat of ice upwards of six feet thick, gave way before the floods occasioned by the melting snow; and all the inmates of the fort rushed out to the banks upon hearing the news that the river was going. on reaching the gate, the sublimity of the spectacle that met our gaze can scarcely be imagined. the noble river, here nearly two miles broad, was entirely covered with huge blocks and jagged lumps of ice, rolling and dashing against each other in chaotic confusion, as the swelling floods heaved them up and swept them with irresistible force towards hudson bay. in one place, where the masses were too closely packed to admit of violent collision, they ground against each other with a slow but powerful motion that curled their hard edges up like paper, till the smaller lumps, unable to bear the pressure, were ground to powder, and with a loud crash the rest hurried on to renew the struggle elsewhere, while the ice above, whirling swiftly round in the clear space thus formed, as if delighted at its sudden release, hurried onwards. in another place, where it was not so closely packed, a huge lump suddenly grounded on a shallow; and in a moment the rolling masses, which were hurrying towards the sea with the velocity of a cataract, were precipitated against it with a noise like thunder, and the tremendous pressure from above forcing block upon block with a loud hissing noise, raised, as if by magic, an icy castle in the air, which, ere its pinnacles had pointed for a second to the sky, fell with stunning violence into the boiling flood from whence it rose. in a short time afterwards the mouth of the river became so full of ice that it stuck there, and in less than an hour the water rose ten or fifteen feet, nearly to a level with the top of the bank. in this state it continued for a week; and then, about the end of may, the whole floated quietly out to sea, and the cheerful river gurgled along its bed with many a curling eddy and watery dimple rippling its placid face, as if it smiled to think of having overcome its powerful enemy, and at length burst its prison walls.
although the river was free, many a sign of winter yet remained around our forest home. the islands in the middle of the stream were covered with masses of ice, many of which were piled up to a height of twenty or thirty feet. all along the banks, too, it was strewn thickly; while in the woods snow still lay in many places several feet deep. in time, however, these last evidences of the mighty power of winter gave way before the warm embraces of spring. bushes and trees began to bud, gushing rills to flow, frogs to whistle in the swamp, and ducks to sport upon the river, while the hoarse cry of the wild-goose, the whistling wings of teal, and all the other sounds and cries of the long-absent inhabitants of the marshes, gave life and animation to the scene.
often has nature been described as falling asleep in the arms of winter, and awaking at the touch of spring; but nowhere is this simile so strikingly illustrated as in these hyperborean climes, where, for eight long, silent months, nature falls into a slumber so deep and unbroken that death seems a fitter simile than sleep, and then bursts into a life so bright, so joyous, so teeming with animal and vegetable vitality, and, especially when contrasted with her previous torpidity, so noisy, that awakening from sleep gives no adequate idea of the change.
now was the time that our guns were cleaned with peculiar care, and regarded with a sort of brotherly affection. not that we despised the sports of winter, but we infinitely preferred those of spring.
young crusty and i were inseparable companions; we had slept in the same room, hunted over the same ground, and scribbled at the same desk during the whole winter, and now we purchased a small hunting canoe from an indian, for the purpose of roaming about together in spring. our excursions were always amusing; and, as a description of one of them may perhaps prove interesting to the reader, i shall narrate:—
a canoe excursion on the shores of hudson bay.
it is needless to say that the day we chose was fine; that the sun shone brightly; that the curling eddies of the river smiled sweetly; that the jagged pinnacles of the blocks of ice along shore which had not yet melted sparkled brilliantly; that the fresh green foliage of the trees contrasted oddly with these white masses; that crusty and i shouldered our canoe between us, after having placed our guns, etcetera, in it, and walked lightly down to the river bank under our burden. it is needless, i say, to describe all this minutely, as it would be unnecessary waste of pen, ink, and paper. it is sufficient to say that we were soon out in the middle of the stream, floating gently down the current towards the point of marsh, which was to be the scene of our exploits.
the day was indeed beautiful, and so very calm and still that the glassy water reflected every little cloud in the sky; and on the seaward horizon everything was quivering and magically turned upside down—islands, trees, icebergs, and all! a solitary gull, which stood not far off upon a stone, looked so preposterously huge from the same atmospherical cause, that i would have laughed immoderately, had i had energy to do so; but i was too much wrapped in placid enjoyment of the scene to give way to boisterous mirth. the air was so calm that the plaintive cries of thousands of wildfowl which covered the point of marsh struck faintly on our ears. “ah!” thought i—but i need not say what i thought. i grasped my powder-flask and shook it; it was full—crammed full! i felt my shot-belt; it was fat, very fat, bursting with shot! our two guns lay side by side, vying in brightness; their flints quite new and sharp, and standing up in a lively wide-awake sort of way, as much as to say, “if you do not let me go, i’ll go bang off by myself!” happiness is sometimes too strong to be enjoyed quietly; and crusty and i, feeling that we could keep it down no longer, burst simultaneously into a yell that rent the air, and, seizing the paddles, made our light canoe spring over the water, while we vented our feelings in a lively song, which reaching the astonished ears of the afore-mentioned preposterously large gull, caused its precipitate departure.
in half an hour we reached the point; dragged the canoe above high-water mark; shouldered our guns, and, with long strides, proceeded over the swamp in search of game.
we had little doubt of having good sport, for the whole point away to the horizon was teeming with ducks and plover. we had scarcely gone a hundred yards ere a large widgeon rose from behind a bush, and crusty, who was in advance, brought it down. as we plodded on, the faint cry of a wild-goose caused us to squat down suddenly behind a neighbouring bush, from which retreat we gazed round to see where our friends were. another cry from behind attracted our attention; and far away on the horizon we saw a large flock of geese flying in a mathematically correct triangle. now, although far out of shot, and almost out of sight, we did not despair of getting one of these birds; for, by imitating their cry, there was a possibility of attracting them towards us. geese often answer to a call in this way, if well imitated; particularly in spring, as they imagine that their friends have found a good feeding-place, and wish them to alight. knowing this, crusty and i continued in our squatting position—utterly unmindful, in the excitement of the moment, of the fact that the water of the swamp lay in the same proximity to our persons as a chair does when we sit down on it—and commenced to yell and scream vociferously in imitation of geese; for which, doubtless, many people unacquainted with our purpose would have taken us. at first our call seemed to make no impression on them; but gradually they bent into a curve, and, sweeping round in a long circle, came nearer to us, while we continued to shout at the top of our voices. how they ever mistook our bad imitation of the cry for the voices of real geese, i cannot tell—probably they thought we had colds or sore throats; at any rate they came nearer and nearer, screaming to us in return, till at last they ceased to flap their wings, and sailed slowly over the bush behind which we were ensconced, with their long necks stretched straight out, and their heads a little to one side, looking down for their friends. upon discovering their mistake, and beholding two human beings instead of geese within a few yards of them, the sensation created among them was tremendous, and the racket they kicked up in trying to fly from us was terrific; but it was too late. the moment we saw that they had discovered us, our guns poured forth their contents, and two out of the flock fell with a lumbering smash upon the ground, while a third went off wounded, and, after wavering in its flight for a little, sank slowly to the ground.
having bagged our game, we proceeded, and ere long filled our bags with ducks, geese, and plover. towards the afternoon we arrived at a tent belonging to an old indian called morris. with this dingy gentleman we agreed to dine, and accordingly bent our steps towards his habitation. here we found the old indian and his wife squatting down on the floor and wreathed in smoke, partly from the wood-fire which burned in the middle of the tent, and partly from the tobacco-pipes stuck in their respective mouths. old morris was engaged in preparing a kettle of pea-soup, in which were boiled several plover and a large white owl; which latter, when lifted out of the pot, looked so very like a skinned baby that we could scarcely believe they were not guilty of cannibalism. his wife was engaged in ornamenting a pair of moccasins with dyed quills. on our entrance, the old man removed his pipe, and cast an inquiring glance into the soup-kettle; this apparently gave him immense satisfaction, as he turned to us with a smiling countenance, and remarked (for he could speak capital english, having spent the most of his life near york factory) that “duck plenty, but he too hold to shoot much; obliged to heat howl.” this we agreed was uncommonly hard, and after presenting him with several ducks and a goose, proposed an inspection of the contents of the kettle, which being agreed to, we demolished nearly half of the soup, and left him and his wife to “heat” the “howl.”
after resting an hour with this hospitable fellow, we departed, to prepare our encampment ere it became dark, as we intended passing the night in the swamps, under our canoe. near the tent we passed a fox-trap set on the top of a pole, and, on inquiring, found that this was the machine in which old morris caught his “howls.” the white owl is a very large and beautiful bird, sometimes nearly as large as a swan. i shot one which measured five feet three inches across the wings, when expanded. they are in the habit of alighting upon the tops of blighted trees, and poles of any kind, which happen to stand conspicuously apart from the forest trees—for the purpose, probably, of watching for mice and little birds, on which they prey. taking advantage of this habit, the indian plants his trap on the top of a bare tree, so that when the owl alights it is generally caught by the legs.
our walk back to the place where we had left the canoe was very exhausting, as we had nearly tired ourselves out before thinking of returning. this is very often the case with eager sportsmen, as they follow the game till quite exhausted, and only then it strikes them that they have got as long a walk back as they had in going out. i recollect this happening once to myself. i had walked so far away into the forest after wild-fowl, that i forgot time and distance in the ardour of the pursuit, and only thought of returning when quite knocked up. the walk back was truly wretched. i was obliged to rest every ten minutes, as, besides being tired, i became faint from hunger. on the way i stumbled on the nest of a plover, with one egg in it. this was a great acquisition; so seating myself on a stone, i made my dinner of it raw. being very small, it did not do me much good, but it inspired me with courage; and, making a last effort, i reached the encampment in a very unenviable state of exhaustion.
after an hour’s walk, crusty and i arrived at the place where we left the canoe.
our first care was to select a dry spot whereon to sleep, which was not an easy matter in such a swampy place. we found one at last, however, under the shelter of a small willow bush. thither we dragged the canoe, and turned it bottom up, intending to creep in below it when we retired to rest. after a long search on the sea-shore, we found a sufficiency of driftwood to make a fire, which we carried up to the encampment, and placed in a heap in front of the canoe. this was soon kindled by means of a flint and steel, and the forked flames began in a few minutes to rise and leap around the branches, throwing the swampy point into deeper shadow, making the sea look cold and black, and the ice upon its surface ghost-like. the interior of our inverted canoe looked really quite cheerful and snug, under the influence of the fire’s rosy light. and when we had spread our blankets under it, plucked and cleaned two of the fattest ducks, and stuck them on sticks before the blaze to roast, we agreed that there were worse things in nature than an encampment in the swamps.
ere long the night became pitchy dark; but although we could see nothing, yet ever and anon the whistling wings of ducks became audible, as they passed in flocks overhead. so often did they pass in this way, that at last i was tempted to try to get a shot at them, notwithstanding the apparent hopelessness of such an attempt. seizing my gun, and leaving strict injunctions with crusty to attend to the roasting of my widgeon, i sallied forth, and, after getting beyond the light of the fire, endeavoured to peer through the gloom. nothing was to be seen, however. flocks of ducks were passing quite near, for i heard their wings whizzing as they flew, but they were quite invisible; so at last, becoming tired of standing up to my knees in water, i pointed my gun at random at the next flock that passed, and fired. after the shot, i listened intently for a few seconds, and the next moment a splash in the water apprised me that the shot had taken effect. after a long search i found the bird, and returned to my friend crusty, whom i threw into a state of consternation by pitching the dead duck into his lap as he sat winking and rubbing his hands before the warm blaze.
supper in these out-of-the-way regions is never long in the eating, and on the present occasion we finished it very quickly, being both hungry and fatigued. that over, we heaped fresh logs upon the fire, wrapped our green blankets round us, and nestling close together, as much underneath our canoe as possible, courted the drowsy god. in this courtship i was unsuccessful for some time, and lay gazing on the flickering flames of the watch-fire, which illuminated the grass of the marsh a little distance round, and listening, in a sort of dreamy felicity, to the occasional cry of a wakeful plover, or starting suddenly at the flapping wings of a huge owl, which, attracted by the light of our fire, wheeled slowly round, gazing on us in a kind of solemn astonishment, till, scared by the sounds that proceeded from crusty’s nasal organ, it flew with a scream into the dark night air; and again all was silent save the protracted, solemn, sweeping boom of the distant waves, as they rolled at long intervals upon the sea-shore. during the night we were awakened by a shower of rain falling upon our feet and as much of our legs as the canoe was incapable of protecting. pulling them up more under shelter, at the expense of exposing our knees and elbows—for the canoe could not completely cover us—we each gave a mournful grunt, and dropped off again.
morning broke with unclouded splendour, and we rose from our grassy couch with alacrity to resume our sport; but i will not again drag my patient reader through the point of marsh.
in the afternoon, having spent our ammunition, we launched our light canoe, and after an hour’s paddle up the river, arrived, laden with game and splashed with mud, at york factory.
note 1. quicksilver easily freezes; and it has frequently been run into a bullet mould, exposed to the cold air till frozen, and in this state rammed down a gun barrel, and fired through a thick plank.
note 2. the thousands of frogs that fill the swamps of america whistle or chirp so exactly like little birds, that many people, upon hearing them for the first time, have mistaken them for the feathered songsters of the groves. their only fault is that they scarcely ever cease singing.
note 3. the traveller sits, or rather lies in it, wrapped in buffalo robes; while the dogs are urged forward by a man who walks behind, and prevents the machine from upsetting, which it is very liable to do, from the inequalities of the ground over which it sometimes passes.
