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The exact figures are as follows: MILES. Edmonton to Athabasca Landing 40 To Port McMurray 240 Fort Chippewyan 185 Smith Landing 102 Fort Smith 16 Fort Resolution 194 Fort Providence 168 Fort Simpson 161 Fort Wrigley 136 Fort Norman 184 Fort Good Hope 174 Fort Macpherson 282 Total 1882
McMurray, and after experiencing much bad weather, adverse winds, together with showers of snow, we reached Fort William on the 28th, about noon. We found the grand depôt of the North-West Company falling rapidly to decay, presenting in its present ruinous state but a shadow of departed greatness.
At McMurray we left the steamer and took to our own boats, our Commission occupying one, and Mr. Laird and party the other. The trackers got into harness at once, and made very good time for some miles, the current not being too swift just here for fast traveling. The Athabasca River Region. We were now traversing perhaps the most interesting region in all the North.
Anthony in the leisure moments when they were not actively engaged in temptation. I don't believe her father was an English vice-consul. He was Satan. I wonder what she told Mrs. McMurray. I have been thinking over the matter to-night. The good lady was wrong. Whatever were the morals of the Renaissance, personalities were essentially positive. They were devilishly wicked or angelically good.
I've been detained by other business and should have been in Fort McMurray by this time, as the ice goes out of the river late in May. And I have my boats this year that I bought before I left the Landing. "But when I tried to arrange for my old steersmen to pilot me down the river again, I found that energetic Calgary had beaten me to it.
"And by Jove, so will I!" cried McMurray. "You'll do such thing," said his wife "If I gave you a cheque for 100," said I, "do you think you could get her what she wants, to go on with?" "A hundred pounds!" The little lady uttered a delighted gasp and I thought she would have kissed me. McMurray brought his sledgehammer of a hand down on my shoulder. "Man!" he roared.
On the fourth day after leaving Fort McMurray it was Joe Clamart who brought in David's supper, and he grunted a protest at his long hours of muscle-breaking labor at the sweeps. When David questioned him he shrugged his shoulders, and his mouth closed tight as a clam.
Here I planned to secure food and proper tools and machinery to return to Fort McMurray and develop what I believed would be a sensational sub-arctic oil region." "I've heard about it," broke in Norman. "You pass Lac la Biche going there, don't you?" Colonel Howell nodded and proceeded: "It was impossible to return to Athabasca Landing by canoe, as the river is too swift.
Brown's old cabin will about fill the bill. We ought to be able to cache the stuff by Christmas. "In the meantime, I will slip up the river and tip it off to the Mounted at Fort McMurray that I got it straight from down below that MacNair is going to run in a batch over the Methye trail, and that it is to be cached on the bank of the Clearwater on New Year's Day.
Carrigan leaned a little over the table. "You know we are not going to the Chateau Boulain, St. Pierre," he said. "We are going to stop at Fort McMurray, and there you and your wife must answer for a number of things that have happened. There is one way out possibly. That is largely up to you. Why did your wife try to kill me behind the rock? And what did you know about Black Roger Audemard?" St.
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