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146 THROUGH THE MACKENZIE BASIN
The left bank of the river now exhibited, for a long distance,
a wilderness swept by fire, but covered with " ram-pikes
" and fallen timber. The other side seemed to have
partially escaped destruction. The tracking was good, and
we passed the " Twenty Mile Rock " before dinner, camping
about fifteen miles from the Landing. Next morning we
passed through a like burnt country on both sides, giving the
region a desolate and forlorn look, which placed it in sinister
contrast with the same river to the north.
Farther up, the right bank rose bare to the sky- line with
a mere sprinkling of small aspens, indicating what the
appearance of the " rampike " country would be if again set
ablaze, and converted from a burnt- wood region to a bare
one. The banks revealed a clay soil, in some places mixed
with boulders, but evidently there was good land lying back
from the river.
In the morning bets were made as to the hour of arrival
at the Landing. Mr. P. said four p. m., the writer five, the
Major six, and Mr. C. eight. At three p. m. we rounded the
last point but one, and reached the wharf at six- thirty, the
Major taking the pool.
We had now nothing before us but the journey to Edmonton.
At night a couple of dances took place in adjacent
boarding- houses, which banished sleep until a great uproar
arose, ending in the partisans of one house cleaning out the
occupants of the other, thus reducing things to silence. We
knew then that we had returned to earth. We had dropped,
as it were, from another planet, and would soon, too soon,
be treading the flinty city streets, and, divorced from Nature,
become once more the bond- slaves of civilization.
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| OCR | 146 THROUGH THE MACKENZIE BASIN The left bank of the river now exhibited, for a long distance, a wilderness swept by fire, but covered with " ram-pikes " and fallen timber. The other side seemed to have partially escaped destruction. The tracking was good, and we passed the " Twenty Mile Rock " before dinner, camping about fifteen miles from the Landing. Next morning we passed through a like burnt country on both sides, giving the region a desolate and forlorn look, which placed it in sinister contrast with the same river to the north. Farther up, the right bank rose bare to the sky- line with a mere sprinkling of small aspens, indicating what the appearance of the " rampike " country would be if again set ablaze, and converted from a burnt- wood region to a bare one. The banks revealed a clay soil, in some places mixed with boulders, but evidently there was good land lying back from the river. In the morning bets were made as to the hour of arrival at the Landing. Mr. P. said four p. m., the writer five, the Major six, and Mr. C. eight. At three p. m. we rounded the last point but one, and reached the wharf at six- thirty, the Major taking the pool. We had now nothing before us but the journey to Edmonton. At night a couple of dances took place in adjacent boarding- houses, which banished sleep until a great uproar arose, ending in the partisans of one house cleaning out the occupants of the other, thus reducing things to silence. We knew then that we had returned to earth. We had dropped, as it were, from another planet, and would soon, too soon, be treading the flinty city streets, and, divorced from Nature, become once more the bond- slaves of civilization. |
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