tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642863849119870132024-03-12T23:51:42.335-07:00Nose Mountain DiaryNicolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556527235144353235noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664286384911987013.post-51010274405400224612017-01-18T13:40:00.000-08:002017-01-18T13:40:25.497-08:00Friday July 31<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">We got up about seven but
did not start away till about twelve.</span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Dandy had a sore foot and had to be led. The way was over a regular road
which was awfully dusty and hot with no shelter. We passed many homesteads where they were
clearing the land—lots of smoke from the burning stumps which didn’t make us
feel any cooler. Passed one couple and
the man was carrying their baby in a sack on his back and it was looking out of
the top quite contentedly. </span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Reached Rio
Grande at about six and after a duck in the Red Willow had supper. Leslie phoned Olive from the store and
brought back some chocolates which were a great treat after two weeks of
porridge. I went to sleep after supper,
thus missing the dishes. The rest,
except Monica who kindly stayed behind and guarded my unconscious remains, went
over to the store, returning for us about nine.
We all went over and saw a lynx hide.
Two friends of Leslie’s had come out, bringing Kenneth and we to take us
in that night. We made tea for them and
had some fresh current biscuits which were made while I slept and after giving
Kenneth a ride on the horses, we said good-bye to the kids and Leslie and I
went in to Beaver Lodge, the others getting in the next day, reporting later
that the nearer Tony got to his stables the slower he got. Each took a turn riding him but not for
pleasure. Judd was taken for a native by
some white men, but by all the dirt and tan to say nothing of sunburn we could
all have been real Indians after the third day.</span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span></span>Nicolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556527235144353235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664286384911987013.post-5538676265636524322017-01-18T13:39:00.002-08:002017-01-18T13:39:35.076-08:00Thursday July 30<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Got up
early this morning to find it had frozen during the night. This is the only place we have found
frost. There were little cow birds which
looked very much like the ordinary sparrows hopping around the horses and came
within half a foot of us without any fear.
We got away about 9:30—there was no sign of our Indian guides. They had
evidently become tired of waiting for us.
The trail was well marked so we took it.
We forded the Nose which wasn’t very deep and up the bank on the other
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Passed more Indian graves, some just out by themselves with
their roof like tops and enclosed fence.
Then we went through first alders the forest of pine and white
poplars. The sun could not penetrate
through the spruce but when we came to the poplars it shone bright thought on
the deep undergrowth beneath the trees. We passed a company of Indians, about
two dozen men, women and children. Their
pack bags were made of hide with the hair on the outside. Each woman had children tied on behind her
and also in front. They all wore
straight black straw hats with usually a bright red flower in them. We later found where they had camped cutting
spruce boughs for a bed. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">About one o’clock we met three men who had come from Beaver Lodge and who were on their
way to the mountain. They said they had
been travelling since 9 a.m and that we were only half way to the Jasper ford
and that they knew nothing of this new ford.
Later we met two Indians who said to watch for blazes on the left and
this trail would take us there. We went
on through woods where strawberries and blueberries were growing, also found
cherries. The saskatoons could be
reached on horseback. We reached the new
trail which took us over a lot of swampy grass and through dense alders. Then down a steep hill and around many roots
of tees. This trip has been hard on the
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ages we came to the Wapiti. We gave the
horses a drink and then started to ford the river, Judd in the lead. We did not have to have the men lead our
horses this time. It was a good ford and although we were quite wet it was
because of the splashing. Fording a
stream is just like having a horse sidestep through the water to the bank from
which you started till you wake up and find him on the opposite bank. On the other side we came to a saw mill and
later a house belonging to Mr. Lingrel.
Judd went to inquire for a good camp and we were kept busy keeping our
horses and the pack hoses from rolling in the soft ground. Leslie’s horse, finding himself not allowed
to, began slowly to sink, so slowly that Leslie didn’t notice it and he was half
way down before someone noticed him there with bended knees and Leslie quite
unconscious of it on his back. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">While the
macaroni was cooking, Marion, Isabel, Monica and I went down for a bath. Our trips lasted till 4:30 and we were all
pretty tired but after a huge dinner we sat late around a campfire while Judd
and John swapped stores of the war, but remembering some of the stories which
they have already told us we are not going to repeat any of these as really
authentic. Tomorrow will likely be a short
trip.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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night the coyotes set up a terrible din and the horses were very restless, at
least Monica says so—I slept right through.
I got into a little hollow and nothing could budge me. We got off about 10:30 after having a huge breakfast
of porridge, bannock, meat and stewed apricots.
We expected a hard day with a lot of climbing but there was not nearly
so much, although the first part of the trip was awfully monotonous.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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hill covered with alders, they are not high enough to shade you but are adept
at springing back and catching your ear or face and giving you a stinging swat
on a sunburned shoulder. After crashing
through these for a while we would come to a sand ridge from which the yellow
dust rose in clouds. After the sand
ridge we would go downhill and there was always a bog full of mud in the
bottom. When you had done all this you
just started over and did it again. This
kept up for two and a half hours and then we came to Pierre’s Lake.
There were more loons laughing on the lake and in amongst the water
lilies small families of ducks floated.
Up from the grass and mint grew huge fireweed, all in blossom, some of
the spikes being almost two feet tall—behind this was the taller while wild
parsnip and behind that the willows. It
looked as if it had been planed there for show, but you couldn’t get near it
because of the marshes and all kept right in the path. </span></span></div>
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coming to the lake Vashti had decided to strike out for herself going up a hill
instead of following the path, but she soon got tired and Judd found her
whinnying for the rest of the horses. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">After leaving Pierre’s Lake we came into a stretch of white
poplars and tall larkspur. We saw lots
of cranberries which have ripened up since we were here before. Also the little yellow flowers which grow in
muddy places. We have found the grandest
big violets and yellow asters and the paintbrush is beginning to turn pink
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the camp at Nose River at 4:45 and soon had a fire going and just as we were
ready to eat an Indian appeared on horseback.
We invited him to stay. He is
looking for horses and is quite well educated.
He advised us to take the trail that comes out at Rio Grande and as he
is leaving for there tomorrow we may go that way and see some new country. It was not long before another Indian
appeared, also on horseback but this time we didn’t ask him to eat not knowing
how many more might appear. Later we
waded the river and went over to the Indian Graves. Our shoes and stockings are now soaking wet
but it is not the first time and somehow it doesn’t seem to matter. We had our usual onion sandwiches before
going to bed about eleven when it was just twilight. It is full moon these nights. The moon above the lake at Nose Mountain was
beautiful but it was quite cold and we usually sat around a roaring campfire.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I was up early this morning and sat by the lake till the
rest got up. The sun was up and
everything was beautiful. After
breakfast we packed up for a move. We
got away about two o’clock, too a short cut through the bushes and over some
deadfall and reached the edge much sooner that had we gone around by the
lake. We had not gone </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">far when we turned
in a bit from the edge to escape a steep hill, when Vahsti, “The horse from the
Bible,” as Leslie calls her, broke her cinch and the pack slipped and she started
bucking. We had a regular exhibition
which would have been interesting had it not been so dangerous. We were afraid she’d go over the edge before
we got to her. She went over deadfall
scattering pots and pans in every direction, the saddle swinging beneath her,
while the other horses weren’t sure but they’d imitate her. Finally she mired in a bog, Marion reached
her first and held her head down till Judd came and sat on it till they got off
the broken pack saddle. They got her up
and after about an hour’s work we were ready to start again, the bedding having
been packed on her. All the horses were
anxious to step out except Tony who was a livery horse and knew he would have
to go back to the barn. He preferred the
great open spaces. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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that going down the mountain that many of the hills were much steeper than we
though and were glad to be going down instead of up. The alders were very thick below and often we
couldn’t see the person in front for them.
We reached the Little Nose Creek about six, much to our surprise as we
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John, Judd, Les, Isabel, Monica</td></tr>
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biscuits which Marion was making were cooking we went down to the creek and had
a good bath, which was slighted marred after by us finding the body of a deer
in the last stages up the first bend in the creek. The boys played rummy, John went
fishing—caught one about three inches long and had just announced that fishing
here is too tame for him. Leslie is
doing everything to get out of taking a duck in the creek. He has now gathered up enough wood to last a
week and is still going strong. Judd has
promised faithfully to take one at our next camp tomorrow. John stepped in mud about to his knees but is
not making any move towards the creek.
Monica is reading the diary to Marion who is about asleep in the
tent. Isabel and Judd are out finding
the trail although it’s clearly marked as far as we can see. Tomorrow will be a hard day of climbing up hills
and down, so we’ll have the usual onion sandwiches and get to bed early.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Nose Mountain Heaven"</td></tr>
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</span></b><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">It rained most of the night and the horses were very
restless.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">John had to get up and see
about them a number of times.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">This
morning we stayed around camp for each time we decided to do anything it began
to rain.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">We had fish for dinner again
and tonight John brought in more trout.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">
</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">After dinner we went to the edge of the mountains, Isabel, Monica and
Judd walking across country and getting there sooner.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">It was misty over the mountains but the view
was wonderful.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">There was no sign of
game.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">We saw a gap which we believed to
be the Wapiti valley.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">The poplar trees
covered the edge of the mountain but came no father and the top was covered
with evergreens.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">Isabel found a big bunch
of scarlet columbine. We tied our horses and sat at the edge looking over for
awhile watching the storms going up and down the valleys and how quickly they
were followed by sunshine. Monica, Isabel and Judd walked on farther around it
about two miles and saw some wonderful scenery.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">
</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">The mountains seemed so much nearer and had a lot of snow on them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">Marion had
stayed at the camp to watch the horses and when we got back she had grand hot
cakes and tea for us.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">There are two
loons on the lake today which have been diving and splashing and now they are
beginning their crazy laugh.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">It’s all
right now but I hope they stop it before it gets dark.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">Today at the mountains it was five o’clock
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The men
are now out on their raft fishing and trying to find the outlet to the
lake. The river that runs down in front
of the camp is an inlet instead of outlets at we thought. It is very deep and still with tall reeds and
most on its banks. The lack has no
outlet that they can find. The water
looks black and forbidding in the river.
Along the edge suckers swim through the reeds, making a queer sucking
sound as they get the flies. In the
stream the fish are jumping for the flies dancing on the surface. We are not
likely to see moose tonight as the wind is blowing from the camp. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Isabel and
Marion have just come in with a huge bouque</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">t of wild rhododendrons.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">They are white and wax-like. The men are
shooting fish on the lake and are making a terrible sound which is frightening
the horses.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">Each explosion reverberates
around the hills of the lake.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">There’ll be
no moose down tonight, but perhaps the loons will cease to laugh.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">The clouds over the lake are tinged with pink
and behind us there are deep blue grey clouds edged with rose showing above the
spruce.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">Everything is so calm and
beautiful that the thoughts of starting back tomorrow are not so hot.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">We have planned to go out to the edge of camp
and see the sunrise on the mountains.</span></div>
Nicolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556527235144353235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664286384911987013.post-33425084544567640282017-01-17T18:32:00.003-08:002017-01-17T18:32:42.414-08:00Sunday July 26<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Early this
morning I woke up to hear a strange sound.
As if some large animal were licking a dish. The more I listened the more sure I became that
a bear was having a good meal on our honey.
So gathering up all my available courage I crept out of the tent to save
the bacon, but all was quiet and there was no bear. Up in a tree a little chipmunk was chuckling
to itself. It was great to crawl back
into bed and know that we could sleep as long as we liked. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'courier new', courier, monospace; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">When we did wake up the boys had caught three grayling and
two speckled trout so we had a grand breakfast of porridge, fresh hot cakes
made by Marion and fried fish. I tied to
catch some again but no luck. After the
dished we had a general clean up. Judd went
off to look for deer while Leslie and John rigged up a raft out of the poles we found by the lake. They roped cross
poles on them and were soon off into the water with all kinds of instructions
as to what to do if they never returned.
Leslie has just shouted that they got a nibble but lost it. Judd has
just come back, he saw two moose but no deer. One moose was only 50 yards
away. It was eight years old having
eight points on its horns. He didn’t
shoot it as we couldn’t have eaten a quarter of it on the trip. It has just started to rain and the men have
come home with their crazy raft. After
supper Judd and Isabel went out and hunted moose and while they were away one came
leisurely down to the lake right in front of our camp, went into the water and
had a grand time splashing and ducking in the water. Before they got back another moose was in the
water farther down and stayed there for some time. We sat around the fire for a while and after
we had got to bed it began to rain.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">This morning everything was so wet that we didn’t leave
camp till ten. The sky was clear and the
sun soon dried things. A little squirrel
had had a good feed on our flour during the night. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">We followed the creek then started to climb. Isabel’s horse lost a shoe. We climbed through alder stretches which were very thick. The wild parsnips were growing so high that you were hidden in them while on foot. Some places were very steep and we had to get off and hang on to the horses’ tails to help us along. Tony refused to let me grab his tail so old Frank often had a double burden.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">We reached the top in about two hours and found ourselves
facing a very strong cold wind which was a complete change to the heat of the
valley below. We stopped and got out our
sweaters and warm things but we were still frozen. The mountain is a flat plateau and for over
eight miles we rode along the edge. The path is sometimes no more than a half a
foot from sheer cliffs. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Down below was a wonderful scene—stretches of valleys and
hills, with patches of green amongst the darker shades of the trees. These patches
look like smooth lawns with daisies on them.
The daisies were the huge blossoms of the wild parsnips, some of these
clusters being over a foot across the top.
While going around the edge we looked down and there in full view was a
large moose with immense horns. We saw him standing there fully a minute before
he located us and was off with a bound. Later we saw two beautiful deer feed on
the green patch away down in the valley.
They only looked about two inches long and there was a young hurricane
of a wind blowing against us, but when we shouted they heard us, showing their
keen sense of hearing. They floated away as if on air. After that we saw no more game. We came to a stump carved out as a head and
some Indian writing o it. Then we turned
inland and came to a spruce forest and later reached the lake.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">It covers about 150 acres and is surrounded by huge pine
trees. The river flowing out is very still and deep. We found a fine spring under the trees and
tonight we sleep on deep moss under pine trees.
We tried fishing. Leslie and I had no luck but John caught two. There is a deserted Indian encampment near,
with teepee poles, a pail up in the tree and a suspicious looking mound where
there are evidently things hidden. There
are four huge logs, each shaped at the end down but the lake, two large paddles
shaped out of trees, own down by the lake the other hidden in a tree. Then there are small flat paddles about two
feet long evidently used as floaters for there are poles stuck slanting in the
ground at the edge of the lake which must be where they dry their nets. There are also night lines with huge
hooks. We couldn’t decide what they
would catch till baited them with large
pieces of meat and we decided he was out after whale, there was also some talk
of a sea serpent. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">We ate late around the camp fire, pine makes a bright hot
fire and after the cold winds of the cliff’s edge we appreciated it. Before going to bed we had onion sandwiches
which is one way of keeping the mosquitos from bothering you. The woodpeckers were making a hollow rapping
across the lake and everything was still except that John wanted to know, just
as we had about got to sleep , if it were proper to wear his hat to bed, but
nobody was interested if it was or not so be was left to decide for himself and
as he was up long before any of us in the morning we never found out.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">This morning when we woke up we found there had been frost
during the night, the grass was all wet, the tapping of woodpeckers on the
trees sound as if someone were tapping at the door. We got away at 8:30 and soon crossed the Nose
again. The flowers here were
lovely. There were a great many more
teepees on the other side but no sign of Indians. Saw some horses though. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Had a good trip up to Pierre’s Lake which is very marshy
and about half a mile long. Tall, reedy
grass grows next to the water and then willows.
This is a dangerous part of the trip and the horses must keep right in
the path all the way. The trail leads
down in the long grass instead of up by the willows and in many places are
sticks stuck in the ground and covered with Indian writing, indicating a
dangerous hole. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The weird call of the helldivers is quite startling to one
who has never heard it before. (“Laff if you like, Judd told me this.”) Water lilies in a pale yellow blossom on the
surface, while mint grew in great profusion and scented the air. After leaving the lake we started to climb
and from then on it was a very hard trip—very steep hills and deep valleys to
go down into which was very hard for the horses and also us, for most of the
time we walked. Saw lots of moose
tracks, one bear track which was still set and which didn’t make us feel so
hot. Came through more alder stretches
which means more swats and bands and at one point there were balsalms.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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covered slopes with a ribbon of a river at the bottom. We crossed many small creeks—most of them
spanned by Indian bridges which consist of just a number of poles stretched
across the creek and some moss on top.
Many of these were in bad repair but some were quite new. Saw two new varieties of flowers—one a yellow
bell and the other a small blue flower. We arrived at a small creek at 5:30 and
camped. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">It is now 6 o’clock, we have had soup but will have another
meal after all are cleaned up. Judd has
made another bannock for which he is becoming famous. At 9:30 last night the sun was shining in the
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Later the men went to hunt for the right trail while we
kept camp. It was very spooky—the night
hawks flying around and sounding like ghosts while coyotes howled
mournfully—each time sounding nearer.
Before long we brought the horses in and piled the fire with pine which
brightened things up a bit. Later the
men arrived and we just got the tent up when it began to rain. The squirrels played tag on the roof of our
tent all night.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Woke up this morning with Judd calling his usual—“Wake up,
the little birds are singing praises to God.” If this little rhyme fails to get at least a
faint groan from our tent he has other speeches, less poetical but more
effective and best not repeated. </span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The sky
was still cloudy but showed signs of clearing.
It has sprinkled a bit during the night.
Got away at 9:10 after the men has made perfect diamond hitches over the
packs—well supervised by Leslie who was perched on a limb in order to see the
top of the pack. The Dead Pinto was
lovely in the early morning sun and we took some snaps. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The bank of the opposite side was quite step with a great
deal of bush which made it hard riding, but the trail was well marked and we
made good time. We came to one muskeg which was not very large and crossed
umpteen little rivers, some of which were very muddy and rather hard for the
horses to get over. Could lean over and pick ripe raspberries while riding
along and the strawberries were very large and plentiful—also saw
cranberries and the Indian Paintbrush up
here is a bright flame colour while down at Beaver Lodge it is pink. Also saw clematis, lady slipper, columbine
and bunch-berries which have six rather flat leaves on the top and in the centre
a bunch of very red berries. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">At twelve o’clock we could look back and see over the Rio
Grande, Beaver Lodge and Halcourt countries.
We went through dense stretches of alders often unable to do anything
but shut our eyes and trust that only a few branches would swat our faces. These branches poke and pinch and swat you and
often you are crushed against the trunk of
tree by your horse, so that bruises and cuts are nothing in our young
lives, in fact the one who can boast the largest bruises is the most popular
one for the evening.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Shortly after twelve we came to a small creek where we
rested and Monica treated us with chocolate bars. The water here was very cold and clear. It
seemed as if we kept up a series of going up an hill and then down on the other
side, till at the bottom there was a river and the call from those in front of
“One more river to cross,” became quite
monotonous. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">We came to a lovely stretch of tall trees so dense that
only fern grew beneath and you could see a great distance through the trees
while it was a sort of twilight all the time, then out to more open places with
poplars with white trunks where the sun penetrated in patches and blue larkspur
grew while the trunks stood out from the darker background of spruce. Here some
trees had to be chopped away.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br />At about three o’clock we came to the Indian Graves. These graves are enclosed by a two foot
picket fence and have a sort of peaked roof over the grave. Many of them are just out in some open patch
all by themselves. There was also an
Indian shack and a corral, later we came to the teepee poles where many Indians
had camped but we saw no sign of Indians.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">We crossed the Nose River which is quite a good size and
very rapid and made camp.</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">Judd made a
bannock while Leslie and John proceeded to go to sleep, which is a good way to
get out of carrying water.</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">After eating
we set off on foot down the trail to lock for Indians, strawberries and
gooseberries.</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">We found none of any, so
came home.</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">At seven-thirty the sun was
shining and well up in the sky.</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">It seems
more like three in the afternoon.</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">Now
the men are out looking for deer while we are keeping camp.</span></div>
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rain. Got away at 8:30 feeling a bit sorry
to leave “Spruce Mulligan “camp. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Had to go through heavy timber and burned over country
which was hard on the horses. Some of
the logs had to be chopped out. Crossed
a few streams and hit a sleigh trail.
The trail was quite well blazed most of the way. There were lots of flowers and the blue
larkspur was as high as my shoulder while I was on horseback. Passed an old camp where they had evidently
been smoking meat. Peter tripped his
pack while crossing a deep creek and we had a wait till the men had it on
again. Lost the trail by soon picked it
up again. Travelled on this sleigh trail
south-west till half past eleven when we struck the main trail. It was a good wagon road and everyone’s
spirits rose high. In the mud on the
trail we saw plenty of moose tracks and one perfect bear track with a lot of
anthills freshly turned over and still damp.
Also saw a spruce hen sitting on a limb.
It rained a bit but not enough to stop and put on our coats. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Came to a settler’s homestead and Leslie, recognizing him
went over to try and collect a bill. He
may get a pony for Olive. The Stony
Meadows is quite wet but the horses go through without trouble—then over a hill
and beside some very tall spruce, balsam and a tamarack, then down to the Dead
Pinto River at about three o’clock where we are now camped by some lovely
spruce. Tonight we sleep on pine needles
beside the river. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Leslie is now shaving and trying to </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt;">make a goatee, its upside
down though, while Judd is sporting a misplace eyebrow on</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt;"> his upper lip, John is strong for
sideburns.</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt;">Isabel made a grand rice
pudding for dinner.</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt;">There are Indians
camped not far away and tonight we are going to ride over and see them. Isabel
and Judd saw a moose and heard a shot directly afterwards.</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt;">The horses all came tearing down the hill and
we thought it might have been a bear frightening them. No sign of Indians so we
went to bed in order to get up early as we had a seven hour ride before us.</span></div>
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Judd and John set out on foot to hunt a trail going south, but with no
luck. John reported that he saw
considerable country but nothing else. After having lunch they set out again
with the horses, this time going mostly west. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">While they were out Isabel and Marion went over the hill south and
thought they found a trail. Since they
didn’t return on time Leslie went to find them—all returning about the same
time. Leslie and Judd started out with horses then while John and Isabel went
to investigate their trail, Monica and I got the potatoes and onions ready
while Marion made a caramel pudding. The
boys found a good trail but it led to muskeg which they couldn’t cross even on
foot and hard a hard time getting their own blazes coming back. They sank in it up past their knees and their
feet were soaking. Isabel and John came back around the same time and also
found a trail which we have decided to follow tomorrow. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">Supper was ready when they all got back but just at the
last minute I tripped over the stick holding the potatoes and coffee and away
they went. However we got more water for
the coffee and picked up the potatoes—potatoes and ashes make quite a good dish. Tonight we are going to put up the tent, heat
water and try to get clean. Judd has
found a convenient knot to hand his mirror on and is hard at shaving while John
is making a map of the country which he hopes will be a great source of
information to the government in later years.
Isabel is arranging a bouquet of wild orchids—thus missing the dishes—I
of course have to write the diary.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Left camp at 10:00, terribly hard getting down the banks of
the Wapiti, had to lead horses down, a new experience for me but my horse knew more
than I did and so we got down without much rolling. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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have to swim. The water was up past our ankles. The horses seemed to sidestep
all the time and if you looked down you would become dizzy. The men led our
horses. I was at the last and often thought that were off the trail for the
others seemed to be going in a different direction. Got across by eleven and after coming up the
other </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0cm;">bank with us for a bit Art Hall left and went back.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">We went along a trail, although I couldn’t see it, till we
got to one of his log cabins. It was all
closed up and no sign of water, there were two large eagles siting on the rood,
they looked us over and then flew away. We were to go a mile west and hit a
faint trail, the 3 miles south to the main trail. On the way we west we came to small creek and
had to go around it. No sign of any
trail after that and soon we were lost.
First we led our horses through brush- very hard to get the pack horses
through as it was so thick, then we rode with trees slapping you on both sides
and poking you from every angle. We kept close together so that no one would
get lost. Often we could only see the
back of the horse in front, the alders were so thick. Then, we went through burnt country, huge
trees to step over, and into dry muskeg- moss very thick and apparently dry but
the horses tried every step. We often
sank half way to our knees in it. It is generally a light orange, as if it were
burnt by the sun, and horribly dry. Then
we went into long grass and water underneath. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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which soon petered out. There were lots of moose tracks and bear scratches on
the tree and fresh turned over ant-hills showed where bears were near. Blistering hot and hopeless. Got our bearings for south and then turned in
another direction to escape muskeg. Pack
often slipped sideways or ripped off by the trees, all of us were sunburned and
then a branch would swat you in the sorest place. No water till 5 o’clock—we had struck a sort
of main trail by going the wrong way,
This we had not noticed till we had gone on it about two miles. Turned back and had a good trail for a couple
of hours, then it disappeared—went through on our won, directly south-got into
awful muskeg and swampy country, hat to lead our horses, up to your knees in muddy
water, horses floundering behind have a worse time than you had. I was sure my horse was going to jump on the
same dry spot that I did at the same time and I knew which one would go off
into the mud again. Then for a while on
to some kind of trail only to get into the bog again. Every once in a while Leslie’s pack horse sat
down and refused to go farther. Judd kept up our spirits by telling us what we
would have for supper when we reached Dead Pinto Creek. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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stopping us. Trees in every direction as
if giants had come and tried to see how much trouble they could make in a short
time. Had to go around it. Finally we hit a blazed trail and followed
it. More bogs, but smaller, deep though,
Leslie’s horse fell in one, he jumped clear and it got out all right. Each ridge seemed to be the last, but when we
got to the top there was a bigger one ahead.
The trail was all blazed, but it was a winter one and many bogs on
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">At last we came out to clear land again but no trail and
lots of deadfall.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">It was getting dark so
we retraced our steps to the edge of the forest and made camp at 8:30, having
been in the saddle for ten hours and only an orange to help us along.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">Boiled water from a mud hole—a huge tree
uprooted by the wind, the roots were higher than I could reach, and water had
settled in the hole.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">It was a sort of
spring if you say it fast. Judd and Isabel made tomato soup and that helped us
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</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">The horses were very nervous in the bush.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0cm;">We just got to bed when it began to rain and
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day as Art Hall advised against crossing the river for a day, then we would not
have to swim the horses. Walked over to McGinnis' on the river bank and got 5
boxes of strawberries. Mrs. Martin bought a caribou hide there. Heard that two
stores at Beaverlodge had been broken into but not Leslie’s. Had strawberry short cake for supper. </span></span></div>
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offered to let us take him along but we were afraid something might happen to him.
The Wapiti went down a lot at night and we are going across in the morning. Another
man stayed with Hall and brought a part wolf dog and he is now making the night
hideous with his howling. It sounds awfully spooky.</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Travelled through fields of grain then timber. Crossed Red Willow River, through
more grain fields. Oats were up to the stirrups
and last year the owner told us he had harvested 35 bushels per acre on this
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burned trees over it. Into a large coulee of the Wapiti finally and on to Hall’s
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of the Wapiti are 400 ft. deep in some places, where we were camped they were
250 ft. It is a treacherous river and as large as the Saskatchewan. We put up
our tents and had supper. After we walked to the edge of the cliff and the Wapiti
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<span lang="EN-US"><i><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">In the summer of 1936, my grandmother, great aunt, great uncle and handful of other adventurers set off by horseback from on a journey from Beaverlodge to Nose Mountain. My great aunt Isabel took photos and wrote a diary. This is their story.</span></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Jud Perry Cupid</span><span style="font-family: "century schoolbook" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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