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Updated: May 31, 2025
In 1834 one of their officers, J. M'Leod, discovered the Stikine River in northern British Columbia, and by 1848 J. Bell and Robert Campbell had revealed the Porcupine and Yukon Rivers. By the time Thomas Simpson, Warren Dease, and Dr.
"This is just a beginning, David just a beginning!" They sat down to breakfast, fish and coffee, bread and potatoes and beans. It was almost finished when David split open his third piece of fish, white as snow under its crisp brown, and asked quite casually: "Did you ever hear of the Stikine River, Father?"
'She had a voice sweet as an angel, I remember he told me once. Then, more than forty years ago, came the gold-rush away up in the Stikine River country. They went. They joined a little party of twelve ten men and two women. This party wandered far out of the beaten paths of the other gold-seekers. And at last they found gold."
For many days their advance was through grim canyons, over precipitous slopes, across glaciers, bearing always westward, until the maps with which Tommy Ashe was equipped showed them they were descending the Stikine. Here they rested in a country full of game animals and birds and fish, until the height of the spring torrents had passed.
"The Stikine River, or or Firepan Creek?" he asked. It seemed a long time to him before Father Roland answered. He was thinking deeply, with his eyes half closed, as though striving to recall things that he had forgotten. "Yes it was on the Firepan. I am sure of it," he said slowly. "He was sick small-pox, as I told you and it was on the Firepan. I remember that.
Tavish had not only come from the Stikine River; he had lived on Firepan Creek. It was incredible that he should not know of the Girl: who she was; just where she lived; why she was there. White people were few in that far country. Tavish would surely know of her.
He almost died there. I want you to meet Tavish, David. We will stay overnight at his cabin. He is a strange character a great object lesson." Suddenly he came back to David's question. "What do you want to know about Stikine River and Firepan Creek?" he asked. "I was reading something about them that interested me," replied David. "A very wild country, I take it, from what Tavish has told you.
What the limits of the range of the Alaska moose are, may not be known for some years. Specimens obtained in the autumn of 1902 from the headwaters of the Stikine River in British Columbia, appear to resemble closely, in their large size and dark coloration, the moose of the Kenai Peninsula. The antlers, however, are much smaller.
But Firepan Creek Stikine River.... And she was wild. She was a creature of those mountains and that wild gorge, wherever they were and beautiful slender as a flower lovelier than.... David set his lips tight. They shut off a quick breath, a gasp, the sharp surge of a sudden pain.
"You're still seventy miles from the Stikine when you end up at the Kwadocha," he went on, thumbing the map. "Who the devil will you get to take you on from there? Straight over the backbone of the Rockies. No trails. Not even a Post there. Too rough a country. Even the Indians won't live in it." He was silent for a moment, as if reflecting deeply.
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