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About Egerton Ryerson Young. Egerton Ryerson Young. Books by Egerton Ryerson Young. We have had two fine showers, hope they did you no harm. We all hoped you got to Beren's River for the Sabbath and for fresh milk for the dear little ones. As a few days have dragged their slow length along since I wrote the previous sheet, I will now commence another one.
This is Saturday. I have been trying to get up my work for tomorrow, but the thoughts do not seem to flow with their accustomed freedom. Perhaps because it is that my thoughts are far away. The wind has been contrary for you for the last few days, still we hope you have managed to get to the Stone Fort ere this. I have packed up most of the books and tools and medicines. The women have well cleaned the house from top to bottom.
I think they have made a good job of it. I have looked over the Old Letter box and have sorted out a great pile and burnt a still greater lot. I read and read until the brain got in a whirl, and the memory of other days drove the present out of thought.
The day is cloudy with an amount of high winds. Slight showers have been falling but the ground is very dry.
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The wheat is a complete failure this year and I don't think we will more than get our seed potatoes back again. We are having plenty of green pease but very few young ducks to eat with them. Tell Eddie and Lillie their little pussies are able to run around the floor a little. The men are away at the hayfields. They have to cut it all under water then gather it in boats and take it to the shore and spread it on the rocks to dry.
Very slow and very expensive work. I think that I have packed up everything that is to go from here. It is a little wearing on the nerves, this being in a state of such great uncertainty as to the future; however "God reigns on high," all will be right and we shall yet praise Him. I have decided to hire Martin and have given him a hundred dollars advance.
This will put the Mission on a good footing at once, as his son Donald will keep the school. I will be able then to come on to Ontario as soon as possible after I get word. I have been at the Old Letters again. Oh dear what a time We are nearly all starving. Out nets yield nothing and there is precious little else and that is not very satisfying. However we will get through. Poor little Mary is really so ambitious to do well, and, for her, she does well.
She tried to make a little porrage [sic] for my breakfast this morning, but she burnt it dreadfully, and then she was so vexed about it. The bread is very good, considering the bakers. William's relations were hopping mad about it. When I scolded some of the Scotchmen for not coming to church, their answer was that the church seemed so sad and drear without Mrs.
Young's sweet strong voice that they felt better at home. So you see even those poor fellows miss you. They are so very kind and friendly at the fort that I would if I dare leave the extensive Mission premises, go over and stop there a great deal. But I have a great deal to do, and must stand by the stuff. I am teaching the school which I find not very pleasant for the olfactory nerves this warm weather. Enormous fires are raging in the woods all round us.
The air is full of magnificent smoke clouds. The wind is blowing a gale, and the Lake is lashed into foam. A large number of boats under reef sail have shot by in the distance. They have come up from York and I am a little nervous that perhaps the Red River boats may be among them and so you will not get this letter.
However if I can hire a couple of men to brave the raging waves I will send this letter across to Mr. Ross to forward it to you. This is the 14 th of August. Two weeks ago you left your Northern home, the birthplace of your children, the home still of your husband. God bless and take care of you and our little ones. I will not disguise the fact that I am very lonesome, still I am not downhearted as I believe your going was for the best.
I will feel anxious until I hear from you. John Sinclair has written up another of his miserable letters. He now accuses Dr.
Sandy and Isaac Keeper have gone to the Old Fort to try and get us a few ducks. I would have gone with them only I am busy getting Martin ready and in keeping the school. Now darling I know of nothing else to write about.
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I hope you are well and that you have met with no misfortunes. If you cannot get a lock for the big trunk, get a good needle and thread and completely sew together the canvas cover. This would be a good way to fix the ones you do not wish to open. I hope you have found plenty of dear friends to aid you in your affairs. I felt a little uneasy about your purse as it was in that big casette near the top.
The H. Company's bills are in it also, they are of one pound each. They will pay your board bills if you are at [sentence unfinished]. As I have not yet heard about the arrangements made by the Conference of course I can give you no advice as to the future. Be influenced by your own feelings and health and that of the children and also by the judicious advice of friends.
Give my love to Mr. Flett, Mr. Armstrong, Mr. Semmens, Mrs. Young, George, and all the others you meet including the Mr. I will close this and then go and see if I can find anybody willing to go across with it. Kiss the dear ones and tell them Papa sends lots of love to them. God bless you my dearest. May he ever have you in his holy keeping and save you from all harm.
So prays as ever. Our successors have arrived and entered upon their duties. I think they will do well. Ruttan is very young and will have much to learn. The Lord help her. They have a beautiful organ, so our dear little melodion has its song put out. I must leave it here for the present and also the pictures. They are not as well supplied with clothing etc. They are well off as regards provisions etc. They will live well. German is two days late for the last Brigade and so must go in a Canoe. I am to go today with Big Tom to my new field. I hope to be with you about the middle of October.
I was so dreadfully disappointed that Mrs. Ruttan had no letter for me from Libbie. But I suppose you were too busy. Well darling, this is the last letter from Norway House. The place of many joys and more sorrows. The birthplace of our children, the battleground of many a victory. Yesterday I preached to the Indians in the afternoon. Ruttan in the morning and Bro. German at the Fort. I never thought the poor creatures loved us half so well. There was weeping and crying all over, and my own heart was deeply moved. Ruttan are wonderfully pleased with the mission.
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The Lord give them prosperity. We are to make arrangements today about their servants, etc. Mary refuses to stay. She has done nobly for me. Well let us thank God we have not labored in vain or wept or suffered for nought. Love to Eddie and Lillie. Kisses and loving words to them I send: our little treasures who saved us from many a weary hour. I do not think I will have another chance of writing. Love to all the dear ones. God bless you my dear good faithful wife. So ever prays. One week has passed since I reached this place.
As there is to be an extra packet sent in towards the end of this month, I will not delay until the time for writing is limited, but will commence now. My last to you was written at the Stone Fort. We left that place a few hours after the letter was sent off. The day was warm, and snow soft, the sun brilliant, and so we suffered. We had not gone half a mile, ere one of Mr.
Semmens' new dogs slipped himself out of his harness and started off on a run for his home, a place twenty-five miles away. We spent about an hour trying to overtake him, but it was all in vain, so we pushed on without him, much to Bro. Semmens' chagrin.
At an Indian house a couple miles down river, I found Donald Papanekis, who had come in as one of the Indian lads for me. He had injured himself by running too much and was very sick. He and most of the Indians thought he had better not attempt to return to Beren's River, but I thought differently, and carried my point against them all, and carried the lad in my cariole, all the way back to his anxious father and mother who were overjoyed to see him with them again.
He is far from well, yet still he is better than when we left Red River. He rode in my robes and blankets every step of the way. So you can imagine that the trip was not as pleasant a one as I had anticipated as I had to walk much more than I had fondly hoped would have been my lot. After we had left the settlement and the river we at once reached the bitter cold, which made us shiver. The fierce north winds blew against us every day, with but one exception. The bright sun on the dazzling snow blistered our half frozen faces and partly blinded our eyes with its brilliancy.
When we came to where the boys had cached the fish for our dogs, they were not to be found, and so we had to take our fresh beef and bread and share with our dumb and patient companions, the dogs. Fortunately I had purchased a hundred weight of fresh beef fondly hoping I might have it to use with the white fish but alas the best-arranged plans sometimes get all astray. Semmens fell and badly hurt his knee just as we were starting and the result was he was in misery all the time.
His dogs were small, one untrained, the one purchased to take the place of the rascal that slipped off his collar and ran away.
Sometimes a fit of stubbornness would come over them and they would be thrashed until the good brother would get a little riled in spirit and flushed in face. When the battle was over, and the dogs were once more thrashed into line, he would shout out: "Bro. Egerton, do you believe in Christian perfection? So-and-So," says he, "never gets ruffled. What do you think of such an experience? Stephen was ruffled when he delivered his splendid address, closing with: 'Ye stiffed-necked and uncircumcised in heart and ears See the Bear is fast completing its circuit around the North Star, the little stars that have been shining so brightly through the long night now like little children are the first to retire out of sight.
The glorious Milky Way that all night long like a great white bow of promise spanned our sky sinks into oblivion. We are getting tired out with this walking and running and riding, and our dogs also seem weary, and as we are nearing this well known point let us turn in and make a fire and have something to eat and drink. We dug a hole in the snow, spread out some boughs, opened out our camp bed, and then after eating, and not forgetting our faithful dogs, wrapped ourselves in our blankets and robes and went to sleep.
It was a fearfully cold night or rather morning. So it went on day by day. Saturday night found us forty miles from home.