The Wild North Land The Story of a Winter Journey with Dogs across Northern North America

The Look-out Mountain.--A gigantic tree.--The Untiring retires before superior numbers.--Fort St. James.--A strange sight in the forest.--Lake Noola.--Quesnelle.--Cerf-vola in c...

A dog of no character.--The Green Lake.--Lac Ile à la Crosse.--A cold day.--Fort Ile à la Crosse.--A long-lost brother.--Lost upon the Lake.--Unwelcome neighbours.--Mr. Roderick...

The Buffalo Hills.--A fatal Quarrel.--The exiled Beavers.-- “At-tal-loo” deplores his wives.--A Cree Interior.--An attractive Camp.--I camp alone.--Cerf-vola without a Supper.--...

The wild animals of the Peace River.--Indian method of hunting the moose.--Twa-poos.--The beaver.--The bear.--Bear’s butter.--A bear’s hug and how it ended.--Fort St. John.-- Th...

The Clearwater, a river small in a land where rivers are often a mile in width, meanders between its lofty wooded hills; or rather one should say, meanders in the deep valley wh...

Still westward.--The dangers of the ice.--We enter the main range.--In the mountains.--A grizzly.--Tho death of the moose.--Peace River Pass.--Pete Toy.--The Ominica.--“Travelle...

We have been a long time now in that portion of the American continent which is known as British Columbia, and yet we have said but little of its early life, or how it came into...

Jacques, the French miner.--A fearful abyss.--The Great Cañon of the Peace River.--We are off on our western way.--Unfortunate Indians.--A burnt baby.--The moose that walks.

The Black Cañon.--An ugly prospect.--The vanished boat.--We struggle on.--A forlorn hope.--We fail again.--An unhoped for meeting and a feast of joy.--The Black Cañon conquered.

Alexander Mackenzie.--The first sign of Spring.--Spanker the suspicious.--Cerf-vola contemplates cutlets.--An Indian hunter.--“Encumbrances.”--Furs and finery.--A “dead fall.”--...

The term “Fort” which so frequently occurs in these pages may perhaps convey an erroneous impression to the reader’s mind. An imposing array of rampart and bastion, a loop-holed...

It was the 4th of October, bright with the warmth of the fading summer--that quiet glow which lingers over the face of nature, like the hectic flush upon a dying beauty, ere the...

It was mid-November before we reached the buffalo; the snow had deepened, the cold had become intense, and our horses under the influence of travel, cold, and exposure, had beco...

December passed away, the new year came, the cold became more intense. The snow deepened and the broad rivers lay hushed under their sparkling covering; wide roadways for our do...

It is possible that the majority of my readers have never heard of the Peace River. The British empire is a large one, and Britons can get on very well without knowing much of a...

During the three months which had elapsed since his arrival at the Forks, Cerf-vola had led an idle life; he had led his train occasionally to Fort à la Corne, or hauled a light...

The 22nd of April had come. For some days we were engaged at St. John’s in preparing supplies for the ascent of the river, and in catching and bringing in from the prairie the h...

Dismounting from our tired horses, we loosened saddles and bridles, hobbled the two fore-legs together, and turned them adrift in the forest. Then we _cached_ our baggage in the...

In the struggle which it was our daily work to wage with Nature, whose dead weight seemed to be bent on holding us back, the wear and tear of the things of life had been conside...

The general term “prairie” comprises many varieties of open landscape. There are the level, alluvial prairies of Illinois, long since settled and colonized; there are the low, f...

The long, hot, dusty American summer was drawing to a close. The sand-fly had had his time, the black-fly had run his round, the mosquito had nearly bitten himself to death, and...

On the evening of my arrival at Germansen Mr. Rufus Sylvester appeared from the south, carrying the mail for the camp. Eleven days earlier he had started from Quesnelle on the F...

Athabasca, or more correctly “Arabascow,” “The Meeting-place of many Waters,” is a large lake. At this fort of Chipewyan we stand near its western end. Two hundred miles away to...

Two hundred and fifty feet above water level, the narrow tongue of land rises over the junction of the two Saskatchewan rivers. Bare and level at top, its scarped front descends...

At the foot of the high ridge which marks the junction of the two Saskatchewans, deep in pines and poplars, through which vistas had been cut to give glimpses along the convergi...

There had never been so many armies in England. There was a new army, and there was an old army; there was an army of militia, an army of volunteers, and an army of reserve; the...

It was just time to leave London. The elm-trees in the parks were beginning to put forth their earliest and greenest leaves; innumerable people were flocking into town because c...

The wild Animals of the Peace River--Indian Method of hunting the Moose--Twa-poos--The Beaver--The Bear--Bear’s Butter--A Bear’s Hug and how it ended--Fort St. John--The River a...

Alexander Mackenzie--The first Sign of Spring--Spanker the Suspicious--Cerf-vola contemplates Cutlets--An Indian Hunter--“Encumbrances”--Furs and Finery--A “Dead Fall”--The Fur...