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	 WE spent a quiet Sabbath on 
	the shore of the lake, resting and worshipping. As some of the new-corners 
	were quite songful, we enjoyed listening to and learning some of the 
	beautiful hymns that had come in vogue since we left older Canada. Early 
	Monday morning we were astir. Father, taking with him Mrs. Campbell and her 
	two children and one of my boys, started on to make a flying trip home. Mrs. 
	Campbell was glad to make a change from slow to fast travel, and I also was 
	glad to see the lady and her children go, for this meant very much earlier 
	starting for the rest of the party. Father had said to me, "The stock is in 
	good shape, John; you can push from here." And push we did, sometimes too 
	much so for the taste and convenience of the green hands amongst us. Already 
	the later autumn was upon us with its cold nights, and to turn out long 
	before daylight and prepare breakfast and harness up, and be rolling on 
	sometimes hours before sunrise, was anything but pleasant to flesh and blood 
	not inured to that kind of life. 
	As with the "Ancient 
	Pilgrims," murmurings and scoldings were frequent; but notwithstanding we 
	continued to start early and drive late, and made good time westward. I well 
	remember coming to Jackfish Creek early one morning. The crossing was rough 
	with big boulders, and there was about an inch of ice on the water. I rode 
	my horse several times through the ford to smash up the ice, and called to 
	my cart driver to dismount and take his "lead" horse by the head and wade 
	in, thus lessening the chances of an upset while passing through. Setting 
	the example myself, I took the lead ox by the head, and wading beside him, 
	passed him and his load safely over. But certain of our tenderfeet were 
	afraid to step into the cold water, and the result was almost disastrous to 
	some of the carts and loads. One of these gentlemen, having at last to jump 
	down into the middle of the creek, made a misstep and fell full length into 
	the ice and cold water; and not until then (lid he see that someone knew 
	better than he did. He was a funny-looking specimen as he picked himself up 
	out of the icy stream, and in a little while, when he was standing beside 
	the big camp-fire warming himself, I said to him, You richly deserved your 
	ducking, young man; the next time do what you are told, and it will he 
	better for you." 
	
	  
	Early and late we rolled UI) 
	the north bank of the Saskatchewan, those of our company capable of 
	estimating the natural advantages of a new country filled with admiration 
	for the rich and lovely region we were traversing. Doubtless a 
	trans-continental railroad will come along some day, and cross and recross 
	this very trail we were using. Thousands of prosperous homes will dot these 
	plains and fill these valleys with that stronger and more permanent life for 
	which they are so richly endowed by nature's God. The whole land from 
	Carlton to Victoria is one great ready-made farm. 
	From the north branch of the 
	Saskatchewan, extending a hundred miles north and then west up its whole 
	length, is to be found one of the richest portions of Canada. And we were 
	rolling steadily through this. Every hour a new scene, every turn a fresh 
	view; the strength and endurance of our stock testifying to the quality of 
	the natural grasses, the mud and dust on our wheels, evidencing the wealth 
	of soil, and so the altitude and the large percentage of sunshine vouching 
	for the pureness of atmosphere and healthy condition of climate. This is my 
	sixth trip through this part of the North-West Territories, and as I felt in 
	the morning of my first acquaintance with this immense garden, I now, as the 
	sunlight of my growing knowledge of its many resources is rising and 
	enlarging, am fully convinced as to its great wealth of soil and grass, its 
	water and timber and climate, not to speak of the mineral developments which 
	in all probability will come in the future. 
	On the twelfth day after 
	father left us, while breakfasting on the bank of Saddle Lake Creek, having 
	come some eight miles already that morning, we were delighted to have my 
	brother David gallop into our camp, bringing us word from home. Father had 
	made a marvellously quick trip, and the whole settlement was now looking for 
	our coming. 
	David not only brought us 
	news from home, but his jovial noise and wild western boisterous fun put new 
	life into the tenderfeet of our party, who had begun to think the distance 
	without end and the hardships too much to bear, and were constantly 
	reverting to the "onions and garlic of former Egypts." Moreover, his coining 
	lightened my work, for now the roads were newer and the necessity of careful 
	driving more constantly with us. By noon of the thirteenth day of my taking 
	over the party we had surmounted the worst place on the road, crossed the 
	valley, pulled up the precipitous banks of the White Mud River, and were at 
	our dinner, when an Indian came to us with several fresh oxen. 
	These had been sent by Mr. 
	Tait, the gentleman in charge of the Hudson's Bay Post at Victoria, to help 
	us in at the end of our journey. And right here I want to say that this has 
	been all through the years my uniform experience with the officers and 
	employees of the Hudson's Bay Company. I cannot understand the venom and 
	bitterness with which some missionaries always speak and write about this 
	old and honorable company. 
	These fresh oxen were indeed 
	welcome aids to the more jaded and weaker of our stock, and very soon I had 
	apportioned them to the several drivers, when the very tall gentleman of our 
	party said he would take one for his cart. I said, "No, sir! Your horse is 
	all right for Victoria." But lie insisted, and I again refused. Then came a 
	cry from another tenderfoot that his oxen were lost, and I jumped on my 
	horse to hunt up the missing cattle. Having found them, I also found that my 
	tall friend had persisted in taking the ox, and had him hitched to his 
	cart.. This nettled me, and I jumped right at him, and said, "Unhitch that 
	ox as quick as you ever did anything in your life;" but the big mutineer 
	simply smiled at me. "I mean it," I said; "unhitch that ox, or I will thrash 
	you most warmly." And now his elongated highness saw I was in earnest, and 
	made haste to turn out the ox. I then gave the animal over to the party to 
	whom I had given him in the first place, at the same time telling my tall 
	gentleman that in a few hours I hoped to bring this party to its 
	destination. After that he could do as he pleased so far as 1 was concerned; 
	but until then my word was law. 
	Early that evening we reached 
	Victoria, and the long wearisome overland journey was over, the months of 
	continuous travel across bridge- less streams and lonely stretches of 
	prairie and woodland. Everybody was thankful. 
	That same evening, as usual 
	with him, David got up some gymnastics. And when I had out-run and 
	out-jumped and out-thrown and out-pulled my long friend, I verily believe he 
	came to the conclusion that he did well to obey me as he did. 
	And now that I have seen this 
	spot (where in loneliness and poverty extreme I began work scarcely six 
	years since) grow into a flourishing settlement, where Christianity and 
	civilization are to the front as in no other place in this big western 
	country; and now also that I am privileged to form one in the small company 
	of Missionary agents and pioneers here assembled, but which, nevertheless, 
	is the largest gathering of the kind the Saskatchewan country has ever yet 
	seen; and furthermore, as I have many more stirring scenes and incidents to 
	relate at some future time, I will here and now, in the late autumn of 1868, 
	bid my readers a grateful adieu. 
	JOHN McDOUGALL.  |