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I must recognize that one of the recent historians of socialism, M. l'Abbé Winterer more candid and honorable than more than one jesuitical journalist distinguishes always, in each country, the socialist movement from the anarchist movement. WINTERER, le Socialisme contemporain, Paris, 1894, 2nd edition.
While in "hyvernements," or winter quarters, and on the long forest marches, the allowance of food per day, for a winterer, was one quart of corn and two ounces of tallow. On this fare the hardiest voyageurs ever known threaded a pathless continent and made a great traffic possible.
"What were you saying about your hard luck?" and he turned to the northern winterer again. "Call that hard luck?" broke in a mountaineer, laughing as if he considered hardships a joke. "We lived a month last winter on two meals a day; soup, out of snow-shoe thongs, first course; fried skins, second go; teaspoonful shredded fish, by way of an entrée!"
He paused for his words to take effect, and I started from my chair as if I had been struck. "What's wrong, young man?" asked the winterer. "We lonely fellows up north see visions.
"The Indians here," interposed Norman, "call it by a name that means 'winter bird, or 'winterer' I suppose, because it is one of the few that stay in these parts all the year round, and is therefore often noticed by them in winter time. The traders sometimes call it the 'speckled partridge-hawk, for there are some of them more spotted than this one is."
"Why, Cameron," began a northern winterer a few places below me, "it's taken me three months fast travelling to come from McKenzie River to Fort William. By Jove! Sir, 'twas cold enough to freeze your words solid as you spoke them, when we left Great Slave Lake. I'll bet if you men were up there now, you'd hear my voice thawing out and yelling get-epp to my huskies, and my huskies yelping back!
In astonishment I leaned forward to catch every word the Fort William lad might say. "To Athabasca by our route past this fort!" Such temerity amazed the winterer beyond coherent expression. "Good thing for them they're passing in the night," continued the clerk. "The half-breeds are hot about that Souris affair. There'll be a collision yet!"
So list ye the song of the Bois-Brulés, Of their glorious deeds in the days of old, And this is the tale of the buffalo hunt Which I, Pierre, the rhymester, have proudly told. A more desolate existence than the life of a fur-trading winterer in the far north can scarcely be imagined.
We took six of them in Hadn't heard of the Souris plunder, you may be sure." "More fools they to go into the Athabasca," declared the mountaineer. "Bigger fools to send another brigade there this year when they needn't expect help from us," interjected a third trader. "You don't say they're sending another lot of men to the Athabasca!" exclaimed the winterer.
"The Indians here," interposed Norman, "call it by a name that means `winter bird, or `winterer' I suppose, because it is one of the few that stay in these parts all the year round, and is therefore often noticed by them in winter time. The traders sometimes call it the `speckled partridge-hawk, for there are some of them more spotted than this one is."
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