We got up about seven but
did not start away till about twelve.
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.
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.
Nose Mountain Diary
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Thursday July 30
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
side.
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.
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
horses because of going over so many stumps and dead fall.
After we had come down the steep hill for
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.
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.
Wednesday July 29
All last
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.
Up one
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.
Before
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.
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
again.
We reached
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.
Tuesday July 28
Tying a half-hitch |
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
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.
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.
We discovered
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
expected to go much farther.
John, Judd, Les, Isabel, Monica |
While the
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.
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Monday July 27
"Nose Mountain Heaven" |
Marion had
stayed at the camp to watch the horses and when we got back she had grand hot
cakes and tea for us. There are two
loons on the lake today which have been diving and splashing and now they are
beginning their crazy laugh. It’s all
right now but I hope they stop it before it gets dark. Today at the mountains it was five o’clock
and the sun was almost over our heads.
Isabel |
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.
Isabel and
Marion have just come in with a huge bouquet of wild rhododendrons. 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. Each explosion reverberates
around the hills of the lake. There’ll be
no moose down tonight, but perhaps the loons will cease to laugh. 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. Everything is so calm and
beautiful that the thoughts of starting back tomorrow are not so hot. We have planned to go out to the edge of camp
and see the sunrise on the mountains.
Sunday July 26
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.
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.
Saturday July 25
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.
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.
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.
Nose Mountain |
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.
"at the top of the mountain" |
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.
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