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GOLDEN LAND
THE TRUE STORY OF
BRITISH SETTLERS
IN CANADA
ARTHUR E. COPPING
WITH 24 PLATES IN COLOUR BY
HAROLD COPPING
IMMIGRANTS TRAVKLLING THROUGH CANADA IN A COLONIST CAR OF
THK C.P.R., AS DKSCRIBED IN CHAPTER II.
THE GOLDEN LAND
THE TRUE STORY AND EXPERIENCES
OF BRITISH SETTLERS IN CANADA
BY
ARTHUR E. COPPING
AUTHOR OF "GOTTY AND THE GUV'NOR," "JOLLY IN GERMANY," ETC.
WITH TWENTY-FOUR ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOUR BY
HAROLD COPPING
TORONTO
THE MUSSON BOOK COMPANY
LIMITED
LONDON: HODDER AND STOUGHTON
Printed in 1911
TO
THE RIGHT HON. JOHN BURNS, M.P.
PRESIDENT OF
THE LOCAL GOVERNMENT BOARD
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
PAGE
IN THE STEERAGE . . . . i
Leaving Liverpool — An examination of eyes — Our
third-class cabin and its fittings — Pathetic last fare-
wells— A bewildered multitude — The serene sand-pit —
Our first meal — An epidemic of sea-sickness — Formali-
ties of identification — Breakfast appetites and changes
of the clock — Carrie toddles on deck — The sailor and
the sugared biscuit — Granny's maiden voyage — A
young mother's trials and hopes — The Manchester
man and his concertina — Unseasonable emigrants —
Heroes of the steerage — Visitors from the first-class —
Goodbye to whales and porpoises — Vaccination ordeals
— Chicken-pox and the yellow flag — Arrival at Quebec
— Detention in the Immigration Hall — The routine
described.
CHAPTER II
BY TRAIN TO WINNIPEG . . . . 17
A street on wheels — Glimpses of French Canada — A
good use for tree-stumps — Wistful immigrants — Meals
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in the restaurant-car — Sleeping in the Pullman —
Cheaper opportunities tested — Feeding against time —
Facilities of the tourist-cars — Trying to sleep in a
sitting posture — Sharing the immigrants' quarters —
Ingenious and excellent berths — Using one's boots as
a pillow — A cooking stove free to all — Handicapped
travellers — Why Salvation Army immigrants enjoy the
journey — Through smiling Southern Ontario — The
restless breadwinners — A beautiful rocky wilderness —
Sunset on Lake Superior — Amid flowers and wood-
lands— Winnipeg's free hotel — At the inquiry office —
200,000 homesteads to choose from — The demand for
farm hands — Free board and lodging with substantial
wages — Married couples in great demand — Work and
good pay for everybody — Our sojourn at the Immigra-
tion Hall — What I did and saw in the kitchen.
CHAPTER III
WHEAT AND WEALTH . . . . -37
Jobs I was offered — Labour conditions reversed : the
suppliant employer — Monte Cristos of Manitoba — In the
Dauphin Valley — Beauties of the landscape — Society
on the prairie — The ubiquitous telephone — Rich black
soil — Quick methods of amassing fortunes — Typical
experiences of Donald — Why Canadian farming pays
— Its simple methods explained — How to gain capital
and experience — Wealthy men in shabby clothes —
From penniless immigrant to prosperous farmer —
Initial years of toil and stress — The price of horses,
oxen, and cows — Necessary machines and what they
cost — Crops and their value — Free homesteads v. culti-
vated land — A warning to the immigrant with capital
—The story of Anthony— Old King Cole.
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CHAPTER IV
PAGE
BARNARDO BOYS AND A BARONET'S SON . . 50
The titled lady, her son and the pig-sty — Music and
literature on the prairie — A garden of perfumed pretti-
ness — Jim recalls his past — Petty larceny and the
training-ship — Assaulting a bully at sea — Homeless in
London — A visit to Stepney Causeway — Sent out to
Canada — From farm boy to landowner — The fruits of
seven years' toil — My visit to Mr. Green — A workhouse
boy grown prosperous — Wheat on low land : expen-
sive experience — A Barnardo couple— Their children
and the skunk — A housewife's philosophy — How to
live free of cost — The way to make fowls pay — Ex-
changing eggs and butter for groceries and clothes —
Why the Fishers have no butcher's bill — Co-operative
production and distribution : the working of a Beef
Ring explained — The Canadian winter : its delights and
drawbacks — Concerning frost-bites — Children on horse-
back— Loneliness and the telephone — The far-away
poverty — " Tell them to come."
CHAPTER V
THE BARR COLONY . . . . . 71
A seductive scheme — Its weak spot — A long, arduous,
and costly trek — Living in tents — Keeping animals at
bay — Lloydminster then and now — A butcher's ad-
ventures— Dr. Amos and the axe wounds — Mr. Barr's
withdrawal — The remaining leader — A loyal leader —
How the log church was built — Its stately successor —
Arrival of the first train — Miriam and her birthright —
Mr. Hill's farm — A Cockney's triumph — Memories of
tribulation — An abortive beginning — Hindrances, bad
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luck and debt — The turning of the tide — Piling up
the dollars— Canada as a cure for worry — Value of
the Hill estate — Achievements of Lloydminster men
— Their town analysed — A widespread aspiration.
CHAPTER VI
NIGHTINGALE IN IRRICANA . . . -85
Stereotyped method of colonisation — Sir Thomas
Shaughnessy's innovation — The concession of territory
to the C.P.R. — Why they took land they previously
refused — Irrigating 3,000,000 acres — 1,600 miles of
canals and ditches — An Irishman's experiences —
Raising cattle without trouble or cost — The effi-
ciency of branding — Profits from irrigated land —
How Mr. Buckley began farming — Terms of land
purchase — What he bought, and the prices — His
phenomenal wheat : a story of brilliant blundering —
The rudiments of irrigation explained — New way of
coping with prairie fires — Finding live fish on ploughed
land — The Strathmore expert and his experiments —
Driving to the " Ready-made " farms— A tethered black
bear — Nightingale and its citizens — Their former
callings — A happy, hopeful community — Benefits of
co-operation — Opening of the first store — An idea that
may mark an epoch
CHAPTER VII
IN A LOGGING CAMP . . . . . 101
Climbing into a forest — Butterflies and burnt trees —
The various climates of British Columbia — Asleep on
a log — Our arrival at the camp — Exploring the skidway
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PAGE
— Disconcerting experiences — The falling tree — An
invitation to supper — A strange and silent meal — " Pass
the carrots" — A race of semi-wild cats — Ten fluffy
black kittens — Furtive philanthropy — Sleeping on the
floor — An early-morning toilet — My personally-con-
ducted tour — The terrifying cable — Meeting a rushing
log — Preoccupied toilers — Shrieking donkey-engines —
Opening up a new road — A sorely-tried hook-tender —
Buckers and snipers — How I nearly broke my spine —
Tree-felling described — The gold-miner's story — A
backwoodsman's shack — An arrival of venison — The
logs' last journey.
CHAPTER VIII
FRUIT GROWING IN B. C. . . 125
A nonagenarian immigrant — The hand of destiny : a
remarkable story of derelict orchards — An outlaw and
his plush frame — Why Mr. Johnstone's visitors stayed
to dinner — The smothered apple-trees — Pioneer work
at Nelson — A rescued plantation — The unknown
genius — A mining town in a new character — Sir
T. Shaughnessy and the challenge cup — Apples of
juicy sweetness — My lesson in fruit-packing — " Back-
to-the-land " enthusiasm in B.C. — Orchard of an
English lady — From 4 Ibs. to 4 car-loads of prunes
— Overburdened trees, and how they are treated —
The testimony of the forests — My feast of blackberries
— Lofty raspberry-canes — Settlers from Cornwall —
Their stages of evolution — Fruit ranches in exquisite
scenery — Searching for the best location — Profits
from orchards — What the beginner may expect
— Hints to intending immigrants — The minimum
capital necessary — Average price of cleared land —
Blasting the roots — Cost of a modest house — How to
succeed with fruit and poultry — A warning.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER IX
PAGE
AIDED IMMIGRANTS FROM ENGLISH CITIES . . 143
Public funds and emigration : a movement in its
infancy — Chief cause of delayed repayments — Visit to
Earl's Court, Toronto — Turning shacks into villas —
Experiences of a West Ham man — An early set-back
— Buying his piece of land — What can be done with
£2 a week — Building the house — The delights and
profits of gardening — Another reason why remittances
fail — Strange case of X., the chef — Why he lost two
jobs — On the Athabasca trail — Cooking strange meats
— Six months' illness — Turning the corner — An
Edmonton investment — Unadaptable Englishmen —
Y's quarrel with the farmer — Salvation Army emi-
grants— How to collect repayments : a suggestion —
Z. and his employers.
CHAPTER X
A PLEA FOR TRAINING GROUNDS . . -159
Objection to communities — "Sparrow" and "Broncho"
— Interviews at cross-purposes — Mr. Bruce Walker's
story of the loafer — Criticisms from Mr. W. D. Scott —
Case of magisterial indiscretion — Canadian opinion
explained — Unwise emigration during recent years —
Wholesome effect of present restrictions — English
wastrels in Canadian cities — The improvement in 1910
— Lord Strathcona's testimony — Statement by the
Minister of the Interior — Prosperous settlers from
English cities — A case for preferential treatment —
Wanted, a stepping-stone — How farmers are lost to
Canada — Mr. Rowland's suggestion — The "green"
man's need of three dexterities — Interview with the
Prime Minister of Manitoba — Mr. Oliver's views — The
Londoner's "mental alertness" — On the Salvation
CONTENTS xi
PAGE
Army's programme — Experimental farms of the Federal
Government — Provincial agricultural colleges — Train-
ing-grounds in England — Successful emigration
societies — The appeal to our farm labourers.
CHAPTER XI
EXPERIENCES OF THE MIDDLE-CLASS LAD . . 175
Willie's school days and early prospects — Why he went
to Canada — An unathletic young " tender foot " — Quo-
tations from his diary — Flying fish, sleighs, and half-
breeds — Arrival in Saskatchewan — Engaged at ten
dollars a month — The shacks — Cleaning, stoning, and
discing — The doctor's prairie fire — Chasing a wolf —
Troublesome cattle — Willie's second engagement — A
grumbling employer — Herding steers, cows, and a bull
— First " lessons " in driving — Willie's service dispensed
with — His controversy about wages — He gets another
berth — A day's work in detail — Willie learns to plough
and drive — Left in charge of the farm — Stacking hay
single-handed — Bathing, picnics, and pleasant Sundays
— Willie joins a threshing gang — Working for ten
shillings a day — An engagement for the winter — His
duties as hall porter — A typewriting and shorthand job
— Working on the railway section — Glorious January
weather — Willie nearly takes up a homestead — Over
^50 saved in eighteen months — Willie as I found him
— Nine jobs to choose from.
CHAPTER XII
THE Two ONTARIOS ...... 195
Old Ontario and its origin — Toronto — Agricultural
evolution — Peach orchards, vineyards, and tobacco
plantations— Dairy farming on a grand scale — New
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PACK
Ontario — Why it was overlooked — Its timber and
minerals — Sudbury and Cobalt — My experiences in
Old Ontario — Enthusiastic farmers — The old Scotch-
man's experiment — Guelph College : remarkable result
of up-to-date tuition — Opportunities for farmer immi-
grants— " Home " boys — Testimony of Mr. W. D. Scott
— Inspecting the little apprentices — Interview with Mr.
G. Bogue Smart — Chat with a vivacious lady — Her
Barnardo Boy husband — Anecdotes about Sammy —
Old Ontario's grievance : why her sons go west — The
Grand Trunk Pacific line — New Ontario and the
Prairie Provinces : pros and cons — The Great Clay
Belt — Development along the Government railway —
The right type of settler — Adventures of Mr. and Mrs.
Jack.
CHAPTER XIII
WOMEN SETTLERS . . . . .221
Grumblers and optimists — Mr. and Mrs. Y and their
untidy shack — A paralysed pig and a broken plough —
The lady's lament — Mr. and Mrs. C from Chelsea
— Persian rugs and old oak on the prairie — An artist's
strange experiences — Left with the baby on a snowed-
up train — Farming without knowledge — Crop failures
and dying stock — How Mrs. C saved the situation —
A head waitress and her story — Confessions of a cultured
lady — Quaint preparation for Canada — Girls I inter-
viewed at Vancouver — Testimony of an ex-school
teacher — Canadian children : a nursemaid's impres-
sions— The dressmaker and her mother — My visit to
their cosy flat — Immigration experiences of a pet dog
— Why the old lady attends Salvation Army services —
A girl's appreciated draughtsmanship — Shopping in
England and Canada : a comparison — Questions I put
to servant-girls — Reasons for their contentment —
Abrupt proposals of marriage.
CONTENTS xiii
CHAPTER XIV
PAGE
EDUCATION ...... 250
England and Canada compared— Imagination and
reality — Vigorous vitality of new traditions — Embryo
towns and the telephone — Education in the Prairie
Provinces — An enlightened curriculum — Object-lessons
from Nature — My visit to a prairie school — Quotations
from the blackboard — What the little girls were doing
— Signalling in silence — Interview with a schoolmaster
— Canada's social problems — Retired farmers and their
empty lives — Educating the second generation — A
nation of optimists — Climate and happiness — Canada's
future.
ILLUSTRATIONS
IMMIGRANTS TRAVELLING THROUGH CANADA IN A
COLONIST CAR .... Frontispiece
FACING PAGE
THE CHILDREN'S SAND-PIT BETWEEN DECKS ON THE
SS. EMPRESS OF BRITAIN . ... 8
A LIVING ROOM IN THE GOVERNMENT'S FREE HOTEL l6
THE KITCHEN OF THE WINNIPEG IMMIGRATION HALL 34
A BACHELOR'S SHACK AND HIS TEAM OF OXEN . 40
THE ELEVATOR . . . . . .48
A HOMESTEAD NEAR RUSSELL, MANITOBA . . 54
FIELD OF GRAIN . . . . .66
THE 4< LOG-CABIN" CHURCH, LLOYDMJNSTER . . 78
WHAT A PRAIRIE TOWN LOOKS LIKE . . .82
CANAL NEAR GLEICHEN, ALBERTA . . 88
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FACING PAGE
A BUMPER CROP ON IRRIGATED LAND . . 96
THE LOGGING CAMP . . . . . IIO
A RAFT OF LOGS ..... 122
CROP OF "NORTHERN SPY" IN A B. c. ORCHARD . 132
A FRUIT RANCH, ON THE KOOTENAY LAKE . .140
TWO STAGES OF SETTLEMENT AT EARL'S COURT, NEAR
TORONTO . . . . . . 146
HOMESTEAD OF AN EX-ARTISAN FROM PLUMSTEAD . l66
UNTILLED PRAIRIE IN AUTUMN . . . 178
WHERE WILLIE BATHED : LAKE SCENE IN SASKAT-
CHEWAN ...... l88
LOADING UP PUMPKINS IN OLD ONTARIO . . 206
ARRIVAL OF A SALVATION ARMY PARTY OF WOMEN . 230
"THEY'VE GOT FARMS IN THE COUNTRY, THEY SAY" 248
EVENING ON THE PRAIRIE ! CHILDREN RETURNING
FROM SCHOOL ..... 258
CHAPTER I
IN THE STEERAGE
Leaving Liverpool — An examination of eyes — Our third-
class cabin and its fittings — Pathetic last farewells
— A bewildered multitude — The serene sand-pit —
Our first meal — An epidemic of sea-sickness — For-
malities of identification — Breakfast appetites and
changes of the clock — Carrie toddles on deck —
The sailor and the sugared biscuit — Granny's maiden
voyage — A young mother's trials and hopes — The
Manchester man and his concertina — Unseasonable
emigrants — Heroes of the steerage — Visitors from
the first-class — Goodbye to whales and porpoises
— Vaccination ordeals — Chicken-pox and the yellow
flag — Arrival at Quebec — Detention in the Immi-
gration Hall — The routine described.
THERE are three great crises in human life—
and sometimes a fourth. I was one of the nine
hundred and odd third-class passengers with
whom the Empress of Britain was racing across
the Atlantic ; and, before the Welsh mountains
had faded astern, I realised that emigration
The Golden Land, 2 I
2 IN THE STEERAGE
is, among experiences, the fellow of birth and
death and marriage. For the crowded steerage
of a great liner, if she be bound for Canada,
is a world where emotion masters convention,
and man forgets to wear his mask.
Let me trace happenings from the time that
graceful monster drew alongside the Liverpool
quay and the gangways shot out. We had
early proof that the Empress of Britain is not
only a ship, but an organism — a complex
organism adjusted to absorb two thousand
graded human beings. How to get on board
was a problem that long baffled my brother and
myself. Standing in long queues, and elbow-
ing one's way amid the throng of stricken
relatives, proved fatiguing, especially as the
English climate had lapsed into hot sunshine.
The mechanism of emigration was, at this
initial stage, moving with cautious delibera-
tion. Our first victory over circumstances
lay in finding a gangway available for third-
class luggage ; whereupon we lost touch
with our property, and paid the man with
the barrow. Away aft the ship was slowly
swallowing second-class passengers, and there,
acting on the advice of constables in straw
helmets, we took our stand and waited. At last
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came the turn of our rank, though, alas ! the
order rang out : '* Scandinavians first ! "
I had already noted the group of foreigners
with large, innocent faces, no collars, and
ponderous bodies roofed by wide-awakes of
formidable circumference. On the bridge
those gentle, untidy aliens were carefully
examined, one by one — men, women, and
phlegmatic youngsters. Their heads were un-
covered and tilted, uncompromising thumbs
pushed back their brows, and vigilant doctors
peered into the sockets of their eyes. For
trachoma is a serious disease, and Canada
wants no more of it.
At last we stood before the ship's doctor,
who waved us on with the smiling assurance :
"You are all right." But in my case one
of the other doctors was not so sure. He
bared my head and confronted me with
searching severity. Then he returned my cap
and I was free to emigrate.
The Empress of Britain was like unto a dis-
turbed ants' nest of several stories, congested
with bewildered inhabitants in moving masses
of black confusion. Hillocks of luggage were
the eggs, and already certain of the human
insects had gone to the rescue. Each attached
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himself to a labelled egg, with which he
struggled down one of the crowded alleys, to
secrete his precious burden in a niche of safety.
To share in that labour was not our immediate
impulse. We must first find our niche of
safety.
Questions and shoving brought us to a
spacious, pillared saloon, with a perspective
of fixed chairs and narrow tables. Here, await-
ing our turn in a multitude, we received from
a busy official the number of a cabin, in which
we soon were depositing our recovered
possessions. Spotlessly clean, with washing
facilities, straw-stuffed beds on springy bunks,
and, for each, a life-belt bolster, a blanket,
and a coverlet — the cabin represented every-
thing that civilisation required and a simple
taste could desire. And so, our own affairs
in order, we went along corridors and up steps
to the open deck, where men and women were
waving hats and handkerchiefs, and trying not
to think. The sobbing and the copious tears
were less pathetic than the dry, straining eyes
in blanched faces.
Lancashire was on the horizon when we re-
turned below, there to renew acquaintance with
babel and bewilderment. The Empress of
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Britain had swallowed the population of a
good-sized village, and the process of digestion
was still in progress. They seemed inex-
tricably mixed — those hundreds of men, and
hundreds of women, and hundreds of children.
But in the human maelstrom there was an
island of rest. A stout wooden barricade pro-
tected a square arena that had a billowy basis
of silver sand ; and in that haven seven
toddling emigrants, equipped with buckets and
spades, were building castles and digging
caves. To provide seaside facilities on the
surface of the sea is a dainty act of thought -
fulness on the part of the C.P.R.
We wanted our tea, and stewards bade us
join the patient throng that rilled one corridor.
There comes an end to all ordeals, and at
last we moved with that living river into the
saloon we saw before. Opportunity favoured
our selection of two seats at a side table, where
the sweet sea air entered from an open port-
hole ; and this gave us the greater satisfaction
since, as our steward informed us, places taken
by chance at that first meal were held by right
throughout the voyage. It spoke well for an
outlying portion of the Atlantic Ocean that all
the ten at our table were hungry — a con-
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tingency against which the compilers of the
menu had made provision. A slab of corned
beef — say six inches by four, and substantially
thick — lay before each of us. Pyramids of
hot rolls and slices of bread stood within reach,
as did family teapots containing the evening
beverage at full strength, and already blended
with sugar and milk. Then there were masses
of butter and plates of jam and marmalade,
not to forget pickles, salt and mustard ; so
that, the immaculate tablecloth being set with
an ample supply of clean, if homely, cutlery,
it was not the fault of the C.P.R. were the
appetite of any one unappeased. For my own
part, I did not know that I approved of
corned beef until I found myself accepting the
steward's offer of a second slice.
Meanwhile the doors of the saloon had been
closed, and we learnt that two -thirds of the
passengers had been temporarily shut out.
When we all had finished our meal, a second
contingent filled our places, and after that still
a third batch came in to tea.
We went on deck and gazed at the encircling
glory of blue sky and bluer sea, varied in the
south-east by a distant glimpse of the Old
Country seen in a purple haze. But an appal-
IN THE STEERAGE 7
ling circumstance that disfigured our immediate
foreground affected the pleasure we took in
the prospect. To my mind, the Atlantic was
as docile as an ocean well could be, but the
affliction of sea-sickness had broken out in a
violent and infectious form. It came as a
crowning calamity to men and women whose
nerves were racked by the snapping of home
ties. Pictures of infinite pathos were the
mothers who, bending to the care of suffering
children, were themselves overcome. Strong
men fell victims with the rest, and many
passengers, fearful of succumbing to environ-
ment, fled to their unpolluted cabins. Thus
of the hale there remained too few to succour
all who lay helpless ; and the stewards and
stewardesses knew no rest till a late hour.
That night I lay awake listening to moanings
and the plaintive bleat of many crying children .
And all this while, as I say, the sea was
calm. Such was also the case on the morrow,
when the sun shone brightly from a sky of
intermittent clouds, and our ship ran steadily
on a sea of gentle billows. But the repellent
trouble was still visible in our midst, and
many were the vacant and vacated seats at
breakfast.
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Not yet had the Empress of Britain taken
stock of her human cargo. During the morn-
ing an order came that we must all assemble
in the saloon — male and female, old and young,
well and ill. In the dense congregation there
was tribulation.
We each received a printed form to fill up
in testimony to age, religion, previous em-
ployment, and intended occupation. A com-
bination of illiteracy and sea -sickness caused
several bewildered girls to seek the assistance
of my pencil and superior scholarship.
The chief purpose of massing us was re-
vealed when at last we streamed slowly along
the corridor and came one by one to the table
where, under the observation of several officers,
our passage tickets were surrendered and our
individual identity established. For the
majority, who intended to stay in Canada, the
routine was now complete ; but those bound
for the States had to tarry awhile in the
smoking-room, that they might comply with
the more elaborate statutory requirements
applying in their case.
Still the Atlantic was like a lake on the
morning of our third day at sea ; and already
a quieter spirit reigned in the steerage. As
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for my brother and myself, we awoke in a
state of happiness only qualified by a grievance
against time. For when, because of the salt
air, one has a ten o'clock breakfast appetite
by a quarter to seven, it is disappointing to
find that, because of changing longitude, the
hour of eight does not arrive until a quarter
to nine.
Carrie was astride the anchor when — await-
ing the bell that would ring us to coffee and
porridge and broiled fish — I paced the upper
deck. On the previous afternoon I first noted
that sturdy emigrant in serge. She had been
assisting four senior infants to scoop out
corridors in a moated citadel ; and after that,
losing interest in an accomplished task, she left
the sandpit. It was her method of departure
that drew my attention to this particular morsel
in the moving multitude. Ignoring the open
gateway, Carrie climbed to the central hori-
zontal bar in the substantial .barricade ; then,
heading into a breach in the lattice panel, she
wriggled her little fat body through the scanty
aperture, and expertly emerged, upside down,
on the deck. I followed that thoughtful three -
year -old up the companion ; for when seasick
mothers lie about a ship in limp clusters, it
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behoves the stranger to keep an eye on stray-
ing children.
Having tested the capacity of crane gear
to serve as a trapeze, Carrie toddled across to
a sailor with black ringlets and a broom. Her
opening remarks were unheeded by the busy
mariner, whose attention was, however,
engaged when, on looking down, he found the
offended young lady bellowing at his feet.
Such was the beginning of a friendship which
developed into constant companionship, at-
tended by little acts of gallantry. One
morning, when he thought no one was
looking, I saw him give her a sugared
biscuit .
Grandma, proud of her own immunity from
sea -sickness on that her maiden voyage, agreed
it was only anybody's duty to look after the
children when their mother, poor dear, couldn't
do a thing for herself, leave alone them. In
her battered bonnet and old brown shawl,
Grandma was not much to look at, but the
hours of rapt attention she bestowed on the
Atlantic Ocean, what time she stood against
the starboard bulwarks, impelled me to make
her acquaintance. All in a flutter on being
roused from her reverie, she soon gave me
IN THE STEERAGE n
the leading facts about her son George. As
a baker's assistant in London, things did not
go well with him, but he was now doing nicely
in Canada — so nicely, indeed, that, not content
with sending for his wife and child, he had
insisted that his old mother must also come
out to him. "Did ever you hear the like?"
was all she thought about it at first ; but
George persisted, and sent the money for her
passage, so at last she made up her mind to
go. For the rest, I gathered that cronies and
neighbours had assembled in force to give
Granny a fitting send-off ; for it does not
happen every day in her part of Poplar that
an old soul sets forth alone to traverse the
high seas.
Granny, of course, represented a minority.
The majority was typified by the young mother
from North London, who, when I saw her
standing in the crowded saloon, was trying to
fill up her identification card while she battled
against sea-sickness, nursed her baby, and
strove to comfort the weeping child who clung
to her skirts. But now there were smiles on
the young wife's face, and I knew she was
counting the hours that divided her from a
prosperous young farmer husband who, when
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last she saw him, was an out-of-work 'bus
conductor of Camden Town.
One afternoon, when some hundreds of us
basked on deck in the sunshine, the young
wife was comparing notes with an older mother
in a tailor-made dress — a benignant woman
who sat in the midst of her possessions, which
included five bright -looking boys, a yellow cat,
and a teapot.
There were many lusty children in the cabins
near ours, and I often overheard their mothers
talking of the homes of penury they had left
behind, and of the homes of hope they were
going to. Indeed, the Old Country did not
figure to advantage in the general run of con-
versation, though, of course, it would never
have done for our Manchester friend to give
us " Home, Sweet Home." Nor was he likely
to make that mistake with his concertina,, since
he was among the unseasonable emigrants who,
thus late in the year, were going out with no
plans more settled than, by taking such chances
as offered, to make homes for the families
they had left behind. Unseasonable emigrants
I call them because this was the month of
August, and a better time for their arrival
would be the spring and early summer, when
IN THE STEERAGE 13
farm lands of Central Canada offer all comers
an unbroken spell of eight months' work.
Tortured by the memory of tear-stained
faces, such men are the heroes of the
steerage. And the young mothers are the
heroines.
" Ah ! This is all fine material — very fine
material/' was the complacent exclamation of
Mr. W. D. Scott, Canada's Superintendent of
Immigration, who happened to be on board.
The wave of his hand embraced the steerage
generally, but his eye rested, I thought, with
special favour on the boys playing leapfrog,
and the girls who were skipping. We had
other distinguished visitors from the first class,
including an active, elderly gentleman in a
dove-coloured wide-awake. Having cross-ex-
amined several of us, he delivered an enthu-
siastic address, summing up our prospects
favourably, and returning an emphatic verdict
in favour of Canada ; — every one being de-
lighted to learn that the speaker was Mr.
Justice Grantham.
After our day of sports, the dolls, bears, pipes,
and other prizes were delivered by the Bishop,
of London, his lordship being accompanied
by a dainty little dot of a girl who, standing
14 IN THE STEERAGE
over the hatchway of the hold, gazed with
wondering, kind eyes at all the rough men
before her. Archbishop Bourne was another
welcome immigrant from the West End of the
Empress of Britain.
Having looked our last at the porpoises and
the spouting whales, we passed into the great
St. Lawrence, and presently witnessed a transi-
tion from the glorious blue sky of Canada to
a downpour of rain that was pathetically sug-
gestive of England.
Vaccination claimed a large slice of the
following day. After our women and children
had been massed in the saloon, we men were
marshalled in single file before the ship's
doctor. Most of us — those, that is, upon whom
the rite had at some time been performed—
doffed our coats, rolled up our sleeves, and
received cards imprinted with the word " Pro-
tected," science making its incisions on the
reluctant residue.
Next morning our painstaking medical man
again reviewed us one by one, the protracted
business being an outcome of the discovery,
among the second-class passengers, of a case
of chicken -ipox. All of us proving innocent
of contagious disease, the patient was sent off
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in the pilot boat, and down came the yellow
flag.
Thus when at last we arrived at our
moorings, and Quebec figured through the
port-holes as a blurred nocturne in grey, we
of the steerage were not untrained in the art
of patiently enduring long delays. This was
just as well, for, huddled together in a chaos
of luggage, we were required to tarry on board
until the immense cargo of mails had been
discharged — an operation that occupied hours.
And when at last we crossed the gangway, it
was to exchange one prison for another.
Not that the great Immigration Hall looked
like a prison. With its shops, tea-room,
information bureau, and labour exchanges, the
place was one in which my brother and I at
first lingered willingly, and, as we thought,
voluntarily. But the Immigration Hall lost
its charm upon the discovery that we could
not get out of it. An hour went by ere we
joined the dense waiting throng at the end
of the building — a throng that melted by
degrees as, with the occasional opening of a
gate, batches of our party were received within
a railed enclosure. Another hour went by
before our turn came to enter.
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The rest was a matter of comparatively quick
routine. Being instructed to remove our hats
and proceed down an indicated corridor, we
were scrutinised and interrogated by four
officials. One was anxious about our eyes.
Another was bent on seeing our tickets. The
third wished to learn what money we carried,
where we were going, and how we proposed
to gain a living. But the fourth handed us
tickets to stick in our hats, in proof that, since
we answered all conditions a cautious Govern-
ment required in its future citizens, we were
free to go whithersoever we listed in the great
and growing Dominion of Canada.
"OPEN DOORS GAVE us GLIMPSES OF DOMESTIC SERENITY" (PAGE 34)
A LIVING-ROOM IN THE GOVERNMENT'S FREE HOTEL FOR IMMI-
GRANTS AT WINNIPEG.
CHAPTER II
BY TRAIN TO WINNIPEG
A street on wheels — Glimpses of French Canada — A
good use for tree- stumps — Wistful immigrants —
Meals in the restaurant-car — Sleeping in the Pullman
— Cheaper opportunities tested — Feeding against time
— Facilities of the tourist-ears — Trying to sleep in a
sitting posture — Sharing the immigrants' quarters —
Ingenious and excellent berths — Using one's boots
as a pillow — A cooking stove free to all — Handicapped
travellers — Why Salvation Army immigrants enjoy
the journey — Through smiling Southern Ontario —
Restless breadwinners — A beautiful rocky wilder-
ness — Sunset on Lake Superior — Amid flowers
and woodlands — Winnipeg's free hotel — At the
inquiry office — 200,000 homesteads to choose from —
The demand for farm hands — Free board and lodging
with substantial wages — Married couples in great
demand — Work and good pay for everybody — Our
sojourn at the Immigration Hall — What I did and
saw in the kitchen.
THE Canadian train, after those of England, is
more like a street — if you can imagine a street
The Golden Land. ? 17
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gliding through delightful scenery at thirty-five
miles an hour. Going for a walk, you get
refreshing gusts of air in open corridors
between the houses ; and during your explora-
tions, besides passing through drawing-rooms,
parlours, and lounges — each with its cluster of
animated travellers — you will see kitchens and
sculleries ; a stately dining -hall shimmering
with silver, flowers, and glass ; a stall for the
sale of pea -nuts, candy, chewing gum, and
other things one can do without ; a post-office
half full of bulging mail-bags ; and, perhaps,
a barber's shop.
Glimpses of Canada, gained through the
windows, please and surprise by their homely,
pastoral character. One sees fields of golden
grain, cows browsing on rich pasture, rivers
sparkling in dainty woodlands, and farm homes
embowered by fruit-trees and flowers. And
all that landscape is alight with glorious sun-
shine.
A novelty to English eyes, and an evidence
of thrifty ingenuity, is the form of barrier
erected to divide field from field, and keep
cattle within bounds. Great tree stumps and
roots had to be torn from the soil ere the
farmer could till it, and these black relics of
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deforestation have been intertwined as effective
barricades and boundary lines.
The train pauses at strange little towns where
people talk French and smile.
We in the colonist-cars are a solemn, white-
faced crowd, speaking several tongues ; the
seats a jumble of women, canvas -covered
bundles, and fretful children. It is, indeed,
a pathetic picture — this throng of newly-arrived
immigrants, many so uncouthly and inappro-
priately clad, and bearing marks of the poverty
from which they have emerged. For them the
past holds a painful memory of severed ties,
and the future is a blank. With the old life
ended and the new life not yet begun, they are
suspended in a void of destiny ; and it humbles
a man to know he has no home or status on
the earth.
A railway journey in vast Canada is apt
to be a protracted affair, embracing several
dawns and sunsets ; and thus one has to eat
and sleep on the train . There are several ways
of doing both, and, during my three months'
stay in the Dominion, I tried nearly all of
them.
The restaurant car is a marvel of travelling
luxury. It has left me with fragrant memories
20 BY TRAIN TO WINNIPEG
of roast turkey, chicken salad, and excellent
coffee ; the unseen chef a paragon, the visible
stewards scarcely less smart than naval officers .
•Then there is the Pullman car, of which J
retain grateful impressions of a soft carpet
under foot, a handsome curtain to ensure
privacy, and a soft and springy bed furnished
with the whitest of sheets and the warmest
of blankets . On emerging in the morning from
your cosy quarters, you confront the friendly
smile and dapper grey uniform of the negro
attendant, who has already blackened your
boots, and is eager to brush your clothes.
Indeed, against the restaurant and Pullman
cars only one criticism can justly be levelled :
the majority of mankind cannot afford to pur-
chase sleep and food at the rates that rule
in those parts of the train.
If you are clever at timetables, you may
detect a tiny dagger against the names of
certain stations that occur about four hours
apart. At those stations the train lingers for
ten minutes — in some few cases for twenty
— .to give passengers an opportunity to alight
and nourish their bodies. I took part in some
spirited competitive scrambles. As the train
approached the station, old stagers would be
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already on the footplate, poised ready to
spring ; and that gave them the advantage of
several seconds' start. I am not a good runner,
and — in my first experience of this sort of thing
— the refreshment -room counter was crowded
before I reached it. The equivalent of five-
pence seemed a good deal for a cup of third-
rate tea ; but there was no time for moralising
over the different value of commodities in
different countries. I grabbed a small meat
pie, another ten-cent piece being thereupon de-
manded. After that — for one had to take what
one could get — I found myself hastily devour-
ing a sweet cake ; which brought my purchases
to a total of thirty cents, or is. 3d. Before
I had finished the cake, several passengers
were hurrying to the door, and their nervous-
ness proved contagious. No one likes to be
left behind ; and, as a matter of fact, I was
re -seated in the train several minutes before
it started.
Alighting for a twenty minutes' stop, some
dozen of us set off at top speed across railway
sidings and a stretch of waste land, down a
stony embankment, over a barbed-wire fence,
and up a grassy slope, so arriving at the
restaurant where a man stood loudly ringing
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a bell. A knowledge of Chinese would have
served me in that crisis. I understood the
Oriental waiter to say that a dish of steak
and fried potatoes was actually ready. He
must have meant to explain that it would be
ready when it was cooked. By the time that
meal was served, I was anxiously wondering
whether my watch or the restaurant clock was
the more reliable. To be on the safe side, I
returned when others returned, though, as it
proved, prematurely.
The advantage I derived from this repast,
and from others swallowed under similar cir-
cumstances, was out of proportion to the cost.
As for the briefer opportunities one enjoyed
at refreshment counters., I gained some
financial advantage by acting on the friendly
wrinkle of a fellow-passenger. Instead of pay-
ing separately for each article of food, national
custom allows you, on depositing a compre-
hensive fee of 25 cents (approximately a
shilling in our currency), to eat and drink all
you want, or rather, all you can get.
However, experience convinced me that the
lightning method of feeding, besides being
generally unsatisfactory, is open to the crucial
objection of inducing indigestion.
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One night I secured, for a dollar and a
half, a berth in a tourist-car, where one sleeps
under conditions as comfortable, if not quite
so luxurious, as those that obtain in the Pull-
man. On another occasion I had some broken
rest in company with the numerous first-class
passengers who, indisposed to pay for a bed,
pass the night in their handsomely upholstered
seats. Unless you are a child under four feet
in height, with a mother to swathe your re-
cumbent form in a nice warm shawl, that sort
of thing does not do. I wooed slumber in
many attitudes, but achieved little beyond a
cricked neck.
The immigrants are much better off, as .1
found on sharing their accommodation. In a
Canadian train the seats are set at right angles
to a central avenue, and they are so arranged
that one pair of passengers sits facing another
pair. At night a transformation takes place,
sliding woodwork being drawn forward to
bridge the space hitherto occupied by human
knees. Seats for four thus become a couch
for two. Nor are the other two passengers
eliminated from the scheme of comfort. Over-
head a great hinged panel has been shut back
against the side of the car, and this is now
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pulled down to form a shelf of similar size
to the couch beneath it. The other two
passengers climb into that second berth, where
they can lie at full length — a necessary con-
dition of easy repose. True, those wooden
beds are hard, but one soon gets accustomed
to that . I used my overcoat as a covering
and my boots as a pillow ; though the latter
temporary expedient (adopted in imitation of
a fellow-traveller whose head, apparently, was
made of sterner stuff than mine) did not prove
to my liking. For the rest, I slept like a
top, and without rolling out of the upper berth
I monopolised.
The unbroken journey from Quebec to
Winnipeg involves only three nights in the
train ; and for those three nights, as we
have seen, repose is ensured to the immigrants .
But low fares and free sleeping facilities are
not the only boons vouchsafed to them. Each
colonist -car contains a kitchen range, with a
quantity of fuel ; the privilege of boiling water
and cooking food, together with the responsi-
bility for keeping in the fire, being common
to all the passengers. And since, in these
cars as in others, there are lavatory basins
furnished with soap and towels, and a separate
BY TRAIN TO WINNIPEG 25
supply of iced drinking water, the domestic
interests of new-comers are, it would appear,
studied to an extent that leaves railway
enterprise no further scope for its in-
genuity.
But schemes of public service are apt to
require, on the part of the individuals, some
measure of co-operation. I saw numbers of
immigrants debarred from boiling a kettle only
because they had no kettle to boil. The same
remark applies to tins of pork and beans.
Heated on a stove, they make an excellent
meal ; but the fire burns in vain if you have
missed your opportunities to lay in such pro-
visions. And for most immigrants those
opportunities will have been fleeting, not to
mention the difficulty of shopping under strange
conditions and in an unfamiliar currency. All
was well with those who, having had good
advice to act upon, were provided with hampers
of food and the necessary cooking utensils.
But their ill-equipped companions were under-
going experiences which would doubtless affect
them, for many a long year, with ugly memories
of that first journey in Canada,
When travelling in a strange land, it is wise
to have the aid of persons familiar with its
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conditions. I was destined, during my investi-
gations in Canada, to speak with many persons
who had recently settled in the country, and
I found that the railway journey had been to
some an ordeal, to others a delight. But
whereas the former had travelled on an inde-
pendent footing, the latter had shared the
benefits of co-operative organisation ; and none
testified more enthusiastically to the pleasures
of the trip than those who had booked through
the Salvation Army.
The second day on the train finds one in
Southern Ontario — a region of pleasant farm-
yards, with apple-trees and hay-stacks and
strutting fowls. Gazing at those pretty scenes,
the immigrants forget their vague anxieties.
Several times I saw the breadwinner rise from
his seat and stride to the end of the car, to
have a more intimate view of the outer world.
In the aspect of the country, as I inferred,
he read the confirmation of his hopes, while
subsequent restless pacing seemed to mirror
an impatience to begin work in the land of
promise.
One sort of landscape gave place in time
to another. Soon the train was racing, hour
after hour, through an unpopulated country of
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rock — of rock exposed in a wild disarray
of cliffs, boulders, and splintered stone — a
beautiful, undulating higgledy-piggledy of
rocks, rocks, nothing but rocks. They have
veins of delicate hues, in key with the tender
tints of mosses growing on their sheltered sur-
faces. Yet larger vegetation was not held
entirely at bay. Here and there a young fir-
tree was dispensing with soil in compliment
to the climate.
Presently on our left we saw Lake Superior,
first in an environment of mauve mountains,
then as a green expanse ending against the
sky. Cumulus clouds, glowing high overhead,
shed purple shadows on that inland sea. At
a new angle the unscreened sun hung low in
the heavens, enriching the water with an avenue
of silver dazzle. We caught sight of sunny
little coast-towns nestling in the bays. The
sun set in a belt of gold that melted into the
soft colours of a dove's wing. And now the
water was blue, save where it tumbled in white
breakers on the clean shingle shore.
Tree -tops figured as inky shapes against
a cold grey sky, and already lake beacons were
showing their warm points of warning, when
the lamps were lighted in the colonist -cars and
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mothers prepared to put little immigrants
to bed.
Dawn found us running through fairy wood-
lands that were carpeted with flowers — the tent
caterpillars marking the landscape with their
drapery of gossamer, which clung like wreaths
of smoke to many a tree. Later the train sped
along the margin of lakes that were small only
in comparison with the unbroken horizon of
water we had seen overnight.
Ontario gave place to Manitoba ; there were
preliminary glimpses of the wonderful prairie ;
and so we arrived at Winnipeg.
In that city of noble thoroughfares and
stately buildings, with its population of
135,000 persons, my brother and I stayed at
two hotels — one in which we were accommo-
dated for a dollar and a half a day, another
in which no charge was made.
The Immigration Hall at Winnipeg aston-
ished and delighted us. I have never seen
a more striking illustration of paternal govern-
ment at work. In that institution Canada offers
a hearty, hospitable welcome to its new citizens .
Incidentally, as I have hinted, the Immi-
gration Hall is a free hotel. But it is much
more than that. For whoever heard of a hotel
BY TRAIN TO WINNIPEG 29
which, in addition to providing for your
temporary needs, will put you in the way of an
income and a career?
On the ground floor is a spacious apart-
ment containing maps, samples of grain,
stupendous ledgers, and a staff of obliging
officials. I mingled with the immigrants at
the counter, and gained some insight into their
affairs .
Several were endeavouring to make their
selection from a list of over 200,000 free
homesteads. One wished to be sure that his
1 60 acres would be near a school. Another
seemed uncertain whether he would like his
half square mile to include three lakes or only
two. A third was anxious to hit upon a
quarter-section that should contain only just
as much timber as he thought he should need.
Others desired to locate themselves in specific
districts where they had friends.
But the majority of applicants sought, not
land, but employment. A stolid-looking fellow,
having explained that he had tended sheep on
the Sussex Downs, asked as to his chance of
obtaining steady employment. I forget how
many thousand Canadian farmers — according
to the official's way of putting it — were eager
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to engage that stolid-looking fellow at £7 a
month, plus free board and lodging. This
satisfactory information was, however, accom-
panied by one qualification. The engagement
would probably be for only eight months, since
farmers were indisposed to pay a hired man
during the period when, because the land was
frost-bound, there was nothing for him to do.
Should satisfactory service have been rendered,
however, there was, it seemed, a probability
that the free board and lodging would be con-
tinued during the cold months. " But before
that time comes," the official added, " you
ought to have saved quite a bit of money.
You've brought out some clothes, I suppose?
That's right, then you won't have to buy any-
thing except tobacco — and that's cheap enough
in this country — and perhaps a sheep-skin coat
for the winter."
I was even more interested in a couple of
middle-aged men who arrived together — one
explaining that, after being in the building line
all his life, he meant to take up farm work ;
the other announcing the same intention, and
mentioning that he at least knew something
about horses, having been a cab-driver for ten
years. Both were assured of immediate em-
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ployment on a farm — the former being told
that, until he learnt his new duties, £2 a month
was all he must expect, while the latter was
encouraged to look for a commencing salary
of £3 a month, the employer in both cases
also supplying food and a home.
The immigrants were not demonstrative.
They spoke with a sort of anxious politeness,
but in their subdued voices there rang, I
thought, a grateful and contented note. Before
crossing the seas they must, no doubt, have
given credence to the statement that out in
distant Canada they would find ample openings
for their industry and enterprise. But the
human mind is prone to pleasant thrills when
an abstract belief is confirmed by concrete
knowledge ; and what these new-comers now
heard, coming on the top of what they had
recently seen, may well have revealed the actual
Canada as even more favourable to their hopes
than the Canada they had anticipated.
The applicants who fared best at the counter,
as it seemed to me, were an agricultural
labourer and his wife. They expressed their
readiness to take a joint engagement on a farm
— she in domestic service, he on the land. It
was explained that they could be immediately
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suited with a situation in which, on a full twelve
months' basis, they would have their own
quarters, with all the cost of living defrayed
for them, and the opportunity to save from
£50 to £80 per annum out of their wages.
Making my own inquiries, I learnt that the
Government authorities, there and at other
•Western centres, were in a chronic condition
of having several thousand more applications
for farm labour than they were able to satisfy.
In particular the demand for married couples
was ludicrously in excess of the supply. The
possession of young children, it seemed, while
not a recommendation, was by no means a dis-
qualification for employment.
A percentage of the immigrants were indis-
posed for farm work. General labourers were
told of the constant and growing demand for
men on railway construction throughout
Western Canada. Then, it seemed, there were
builders, engineers, painters and others who
were bent on working1 at their trades ; and
for these also the Immigration Hall had no
difficulty in finding satisfactory opportunities.
" You arrived last Wednesday 1 " I over-
heard an official say to one immigrant ; " then
where are you and your family stopping? "
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" At - — 's Hotel," was the reply, " and it's
pretty expensive for so many. That's one
reason why I'm anxious to get work as soon
as possible." " But why don't you come
here ? " " Come here ? " echoed the astonished
visitor; and explanations proved necessary.
Then away he joyfully hurried to fetch his
family and belongings.
I was destined to meet, in the streets of
Winnipeg, other new-comers who, little dream-
ing of the opportunities afforded by the Immi-
gration Hall, had deliberately held aloof from
it. After undergoing compulsory detention,
and a searching inquisition, in the Immigration
Hall at Quebec, they were indisposed to visit
another institution of the same name.
There certainly seems room for descriptive
variety in the nomenclature of these Govern-
ment institutions. At the port of landing,
where the detection of undesirables necessarily
involves a rigorous routine, some such name
as " Immigrants' Investigation Hall " would
apply. But the remarkable institution at
Winnipeg deserves to have its value adver-
tised as, say, " Immigrants' Free Lodging
House and Information Bureau."
Arriving with our luggage, my brother and
The Golden Land. A
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I rendered assistance in conveying it down-
stairs to the baggage-room — a spacious apart-
ment where hundreds of trunks and boxes were
stored. It was explained that many departing
immigrants found it convenient to leave some
of their effects behind them, the Government
making no charge for safeguarding such
property and for afterwards forwarding it to
the notified address. Then we were taken up
in a lift to the second story, and ushered to
our room, which proved large, light, lofty, and
scrupulously clean.
It was furnished with a writing-table, two
chairs, and a broom, in addition to certain
strange iron mechanism clinging against the
walls. The attendant showed us how, on the
release of a clutch, each apparatus unfolded
as a pair of bunks ; whereupon we appreciated
the forethought which had so equipped an
apartment that, when serving as a parlour by
day, it was redeemed from the aspect it wore
as a bedroom by night. Blankets were neatly
folded on the flock mattress that reposed upon
springs .
Exploring the corridor, we found our way
to. lavatories and bathrooms that shone with
cleanliness. Open doorways gave us glimpses
"A GROUP OF BUSTLING HOUSEWIVES" (PAGE 35). THE KITCHEN OF
THE WINNIPEG IMMIGRATION HALL.
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of domestic serenity — women busy with their
needles, men writing letters or reading, the
little ones at play on the floor.
While making us free of all the amenities
of a home, the Government of Canada imposed
a wise limit to its hospitality. It was con-
cerned to foster self-reliance, and to discourage
a slothful spirit, in its guests. The presence
of that broom in our room was a hint that we
were expected to keep the floor tidy. Then,
too, we all had to cater for ourselves. My
brother did the shopping, and I undertook the
cooking. It was a new experience to find
myself in a large kitchen as the only man
among a group of bustling housewives. One
was dissecting a rabbit, another was slicing
the component parts of a stew, a third was
rolling pastry. My own humble endeavours
were directed to boiling a kettle of water and
making a pot of tea — a task in which those
ladies afforded me the assistance of their larger
experience . Later, on returning to the kitchen,
I deposited our tea-leaves in the receptacle
for refuse, and washed up the utensils we had
used.
I went downstairs to the well-equipped
laundry and drying-room, where a number of
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women immigrants, up to their elbows in lather,
were rejoicing in the opportunity of getting a
lot of washing done at nothing but the cost
of the soap. Being wholly untrained in the
dexterities of the washtub, I abstained from
affording those experts a spectacle of masculine
ineptitude.
I have often stayed in hotels of greater
luxury and magnificence, but never in a
cleaner or more interesting one. Its conditions
suggest a middle-class home run on commu-
nistic lines.
CHAPTER III
WHEAT AND WEALTH
Jobs I was offered — Labour conditions reversed ; the
supplicant employer — Monte Cristos of Manitoba —
In the Dauphin Valley — Beauties of the landscape —
Society on the prairie — The ubiquitous telephone —
Rich black soil — Quick methods of amassing fortunes
— Typical experiences of Donald — Why Canadian
farming pays — Its simple methods explained — How
to gain capital and experience — Wealthy men in
shabby clothes — From penniless immigrant to pros-
perous farmer — Initial years of toil and stress —
The price of horses, oxen, and cows — Necessary
machines, and what they cost — Crops and their
value — Free homesteads v. cultivated land — A warn-
ing to the immigrant with capital — The story of
Anthony — Old King Cole.
" LOOKING for a jarb ? " shouted the bronzed
man in the blue shirt and great floppy wide-
awake ; and, as the buggy drew up, I noticed
that the woman's face reflected her husband's
eagerness. Of course the people of Canada
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38 WHEAT AND WEALTH
are accustomed to good fortune, abundant and
continuous ; but that optimistic couple were,
I thought, rather presuming on the indulgence
of Providence when, catching sight of my
squatting figure by the roadside, they dared to
hope that, incidental to a drive into town for
groceries, they had happened upon the valuable
and precious thing — Labour.
I was not looking for a job. I was not
prepared to ride off with those good folk to
their quarter-section, and lend a hand with
their harvest and horses, with their cows and
poultry, for ten or twelve shillings a day and
all found, A curt " No " would have been in
accordance, I think, with Canadian usage. But
my negative reply was softened with polite ex-
pressions of regret. The fact is, I had not
yet adapted myself to a remarkable environ-
ment, and offers of employment continued to
flatter my self-esteem. I was still far from
that state of independence which enables a
man to tell his master exactly what he thinks
of him, and which prompts a hotel waitress,
in passing from the dining-room, to kick open
the door with her well-shod foot.
Social conditions in Canada are, in truth,
a delightful burlesque of those in England.
WHEAT AND WEALTH 39
In my native land one has to plead and wait
and scheme for opportunities to earn small
wages. But I had not been an hour on
Canadian soil before there came a tempting
financial offer for my services as a house
decorator. And this was but the first of many
unsought opportunities to engage in remuner-
ative toil. True, no one stopped me in the
street and offered to hire me as a journalist or
author ; but at any moment I could have got
my three dollars a day if only, in response to
eager solicitation, I would turn over a new
leaf and become a railroad navvy or farm
hand.
As a matter of fact — though I did not delay
the buggy for prolonged explanations — I
already had a job. Nay, I was hard at work
when that settler and his wife found me, alone
and still, seated on a recumbent telephone pole
with my hands in my trouser pockets, a
writing pad lying at my feet. The business
on hand was to think out a way of setting forth
a simple matter concerning black soil and
bright gold.
Perhaps I may best commence my modern
story of Monte Cristo by saying what the land-
scape looked like. The road was an ebony
40 WHEAT AND WEALTH
streak, and elsewhere the eye roamed over a
sea of growing, glowing grain. And note
that, though this part .of the Dauphin
Valley was a dead level, I could see eight
human homes, each upon its own quarter -
section, which, as I have already hinted, is
an exact square, measuring half a mile on
every side, and embracing one hundred and
sixty acres . But the view was not an unbroken
monotony of golden crops . White poplars and
luxuriant undergrowth formed the near horizon
beyond four quarter-sections on my right.
Maple saplings and willow formed the nearer
horizon across two quarter-sections on my left.
And those verdant lines, as earlier exploration
had taught me, marked the course of shallow
rivers that wound, full of fishes, through fairy
glens where hedges were on fire with clusters
of cranberries.
But I want to insist on those eight visible
dwellings, which so eloquently contradicted the
general belief that farm life in Canada is lonely.
To live within sight of seven neighbours is
no very irksome state of isolation. Moreover,
other conditions make for sociability on the
prairies of Manitoba. Black roads bordering
the sections extend like a net all over the
WHEAT AND WEALTH 41
country — arched tracks of uncored earth,
drained by ploughed ditches ; and since every
settler has his broad-axled rig and team of
trotting ponies, mileage out there has not much
significance. Within sight as I sat writing were
two buggies and one swift democrat, not to
forget a picturesque wagon drawn by a pair
of oxen. Then there was that useful insti-
tution which, expensive and occasional in rural
districts of old England, is cheap and
ubiquitous in settled areas of young Canada.
The decision to instal the telephone throughout
those cultivated prairies was a stroke of in-
spired statesmanship. One day I drove fifteen
miles from the town of Dauphin, and only
towards the end of that journey, where much
of the land was still unbroken, did I find poles
without wires — an omission that was being
remedied by operators encamped in tents by
the roadside. A comprehensive subscription
of £4 a year enables the settler, without leaving
home, to order provisions from town, summon
the doctor when baby is ill, and chat at large
with his neighbours.
My friend Donald, of those parts, maintains
that the black ground is a black clay. I took
a spade and had a dig at it, seeking evidence
42 WHEAT AND WEALTH
in support of my rival theory that centuries
of vegetable and animal decay, assisted in
recent decades by prairie fires, have accumu-
lated that deposit of rich soil. Nine inches
down in that treasury of nitrogen, phosphates,
and potash, rendered friable by an admixture
of sand, I found the crumbling form of a pre-
historic tree branch that now was nothing but
humus. Whatever the precise truth of the
matter, however, it is a fact that, because of
this black soil, Donald is now worth over a
hundred thousand dollars, or, as we should say,
£20,000. And Donald arrived in the district
ten years ago with nothing but a gold watch,
a young family, and a Scotchman's determin-
ation .
He drove me to several of his quarter-
sections, and I probed the secrets of his pros-
perity.
Canadian wheat farming is British farming
simplified. There is no landlord to exact an
increasing rent, no Church to insist on its tithe,
no arduous distribution of farmyard manure
and costly artificials, and no warring against
persistent weeds. Though an occasional extra
hand is convenient and usual, one man can
farm a quarter-section.
WHEAT AND WEALTH 43
Ploughing is the long job, and, first and
last, it may occupy a month. " But," as
Donald remarked, " a man must be doing
something, and driving a team to and fro is
not a bad way of passing the time." Where-
upon he showed me one of his two -furrow
ploughs, with its comfortable seat for the
driver. There are three remaining processes —
harrowing, seeding, and reaping — and each can
be accomplished at the pace of twenty-five
acres a day. As for the threshing, our farmer
is only a looker-on when the machine is
doing that, the charge being 3d. a bushel.
Nothing then remains but for him to drive
his wagon -loads of wheat to the nearest
elevator, where he will receive prompt
payment at the rate of about 90 cents per
bushel. As the Dauphin Valley average is
25 bushels per acre, it is a mere matter of
arithmetic that, where 80 acres are under culti-
vation and all goes well, the crop fetches £360
— a satisfactory return from a freehold that
may have cost anything from £2 to £800.
And note that this figure takes no account of
the yield from cows, poultry, and other live
stock reared, practically without cost, on the
pasture acreage.
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Nor have I digressed from the story of
Donald. It is wrapped up in that other story
of the men who farm their own quarter-
sections. But I began this last story at the
second chapter.
In the beginning, lacking money and know-
ledge, the immigrant must hire himself to an
established settler. Donald has a quick eye
for promising new-comers, whom he plants on
his quarter-sections with ample free food for
the family, and an annual wage of 300 dollars,
which the thrifty can save intact. He assists
them through the novice stage by personal
guidance and example ; and the telephone is
available for daily directions. After a year,
or perhaps two, the farm hand has enough
experience and capital to make a beginning on
his own land.
Meanwhile Donald has been reaping many,
harvests, and as he fills in odd moments by
selling land, buying horses, and running a store,
his wealth surprises nobody. Moreover, he
is surrounded by equally prosperous neigh-
bours, who wear slouch hats and shabby
overalls, looking to English eyes like men open
to earn twopence by holding a horse. That
is the way of things out in the West. So far
WHEAT AND WEALTH 45
as dress has any significance, the sartorial clues
have a reversed significance. The unshaven
man with no collar and a patch on his trousers
is pretty sure to count his fortune in six
figures .
It was a fascinating theme — the automatic
transformation of penniless immigrants into
prosperous farmers ; and I encouraged Donald
to go into details.
" Let us," I said, '* take the case of a man
who, having worked two seasons for you, has
saved £100. Could he take up a home-
stead?"
" Sure," replied Donald, " if he is steady and
a good worker. We are all ready to give that
sort a little help — yes, and credit, too. All he
would have to buy at first would be three oxen,
costing about £50, a plough (£15) and a disc
harrow (£7). He could, if he liked, pay by
instalments for the plough and harrow, and
later on for fencing wire. Of course he would
build his own shack and stable, the only ex-
pense being a pound or so for tools and nails
and getting the timber sawn. Then there is
the cost of living. They mostly find it worth
while to get a few fowls and a cow. You can
buy a fine three-year cow, after her first calf,
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for £5 or £6 — in fact, the poorest people about
here keep three or four cows. It means a
lot of hard work to break the land, and three
months' residence on the quarter-section is, of
course, compulsory. But the right sort of man
would still find time to work for his neigh-
bours and earn a bit of money that way."
" What would he have to buy in the second
year? " I asked.
" The chief thing would be seed. For he
could make do with his oxen for ploughing.
If he worked hard the first year, he ought
to have forty acres ready. He must make
his first payment for a seeder, which costs
£16. Sowing is done from the i5th to the
3oth of April — sometimes you can go into May.
By the middle of August he must get a binder
(£30); and his first crop ought to be a
thousand bushels, which would bring him in
£160, less £12 for threshing. Meanwhile he
will have been breaking more land, to be ready
for a larger acreage in the third year. So
now he must sell his oxen, which will be too
slow for the ground he has to cover ; and
when the weather opens he must buy three
horses. They will cost about £90; but it's
no use shirking that expense— you must have
WHEAT AND WEALTH 47
proper power. He has got to get through
somehow until harvest, when he will receive
about £300. From that time, you may say,
he has turned the corner, for the debts on
machinery will soon be paid off, and every
year will see an increase in his acreage and
live stock. Once he has got his quarter-section
fairly going — well, he can buy more land, start
a business, and go ahead as much as he likes,
the same as anybody else."
" And his homestead will have acquired a
substantial value?" I suggested.
"It will be worth," Donald explained,
" anything from £800 upwards, according to
the sort of house on it. And do you know,"
he added, " that an unbroken quarter-section
which costs nothing is a much dearer invest-
ment than a quarter-section under cultivation
that costs £800? In the one case you have
to face the early years of development, the
terrible hard work, and the small returns ; in
the other case you get full harvests from the
start — I have even known the first year's crop
to cover the total cost of the land. My advice
even to the man who arrives with only a few
hundred pounds is — buy ; don't take up a free
homestead."
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" But," I objected, " a few hundred pounds
won't buy a property worth £800."
' Yes, it will," contradicted Donald. ' The
bulk of the purchase -money can stand over
for payment by annual instalments. But,"
he added, " the man who comes with capital,
be it much or little, is at one serious disad-
vantage compared with the man who arrives
with nothing. He is almost sure to start farm-
ing before he understands Canadian methods,
with the result that he frequently buys his ex-
perience rather dearly. The ideal thing is for
a man to arrive with capital, but to put it
away in the bank, forget he has it, and hire
himself out for a season. That will give him
the necessary knowledge for afterwards turn-
ing his capital to the best account. Again
and again I have urged people to do that—
but it is no good ; in nearly every instance
they will go their own way."
The case of Anthony, who also drove me
out to his properties, is much like the case of
Donald, save that Anthony, being a Galician,
employs Galician immigrants on his quarter-
sections. Nor, to judge by what I saw, could
a man desire more industrious, capable, and
picturesque assistants .
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"NOTHING THEN REMAINS BUT FOR HIM TO DRIVE HIS WAGON-LOADS
OF WHEAT TO THE NEAREST ELEVATOR" (PAGE 43). THESH
USEFUL, IF UNPICTURESQUE, STRUCTURES ARE CONSPICUOUS LAND-
MARKS IN ALL SETTLED DISTRICTS OF THE PRAIRIE PROVINCES.
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Anthony's fellow-countrymen arrive, as he
arrived, poor. After a few years of patient,
persistent toil, they become, as he has become,
rich. It does not surprise me that in the town
of Dauphin there are three banks to one
grocery store.
I fijid one fault with the Canadian careers
of Donald and Anthony. Having amassed so
much substance, they should, it seems to me,
give themselves a little leisure to enjoy it. But
I fear they are so enslaved by the idea of
becoming richer and still richer that they will
persist in that pursuit to the end.
Of another philosophy is a fine old English
gentleman who owns two adjoining quarter-
sections in that district. He has a large, well-
appointed house, and his abundant crops, pro-
duced by a succession of salaried workers, yield
the means to maintain his family in luxury.
It is his gleeful boast that, while enjoying all
the good things of this life, he never does
a stroke of work. His answer to all criticism
is a great jolly laugh that echoes across the
prairie. They call him Old King Cole.
The Golden Land,
CHARTER IV
BARNARDO BOYS AND A BARONET'S SON
The titled" lady, her son and the pig-sty — Music and
literature on the prairie — A garden of perfumed
prettiness — Jim recalls his past — Petty larceny and
the training-ship — Assaulting a bully at sea — Home-
less in London — A visit to Stepney Causeway — Sent
out to Canada — From farm boy to landowner —
The fruits of seven years' toil — My visit to Mr. Green
— A workhouse boy grown prosperous — Wheat on
low land : expensive experience — A Barnardo couple
— Their children and the skunk — A housewife's phil-
osophy— How to live free of cost — The way to make
fowls pay — Exchanging eggs and butter for gro-
ceries and clothes — Why the Fishers have no butcher's
bill — Co-operative production and distribution : the
working of a Beef Ring explained — The Canadian
winter : its delights and drawbacks — Concerning
frost-bites — Children on horseback — Loneliness and
the telephone — The far-away poverty — "Tell them
to come."
RUSSELL'S main streets are not aesthetic, the
eye taking small delight in wooden sidewalks,
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roadways of mud, and flat housefronts of
painted timber or galvanised metal sheeting.
But on the outskirts of this new little town I
found a small mansion standing amid its lawns
and cultivated trees. And this is the home of
Burroughs — a fine fellow with a past.
We talked of Canada, he and I, as we walked
in the glow of the sunset, which put a warm
splendour on young maples already touched
with autumn gold. We talked of Canada as
the land of equal opportunities for all. We
talked of Canada as the country where privi-
lege has no foothold, and wealth is only to
be won by work. And presently Burroughs'
voice sank to a deeper note as his thoughts
stretched back over an interval of two-and-
twenty years.
There was a wise English lady of title who
was anxious about her son's future. So she
took him from Eton and sent him to Canada.
Of what befel that lad of nineteen, now the
middle-aged father of a family, I had some
particulars from his own lips.
" Until then," Burroughs gravely recalled,
" I had been surrounded by servants. I even
had a man to fasten my cravat for me. So
you can understand that Canadian life felt
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strange at first. I was placed with a farmer
who would stand no nonsense. My first job
was to clean out a pig-sty that ought to have
been cleaned out six months before. My
mother allowed me a little pocket-money for
a few weeks ; after that, I had to make do with
my wages. Fortunately, the hard work gave
me an appetite for the coarse food. Of an
evening the farmer would lecture me on how
to behave. His wife was much put out about
my pyjamas. She said she wasn't going to
wash things like that. But they were a good
old couple, and I often go and see them now,
for they are still alive."
Burroughs soon turned farmer on his own
account, and did well ; and now he is a pros-
perous merchant .
On my second day at Russell he took
me for a ride on his motor-car, for he was
bent on introducing me to his friend Jim
Gray.
We had a fine spin across the beautiful
prairie, where we startled gophers and wild-
fowl amid the tangle of golden-rod and bronzed
foliage, and where, in the cultivated areas,
farmers were busy with their binders.
" And you are quite contented with your
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life out here ? " I found an opportunity to
ask — our acquaintance having ripened to the
stage that allows of the personal note . ' You
never pine for the amenities of city life? You
do not repent your self -banishment from the
social centre — from the wider opportunities of
culture ? "
Burroughs did not at once reply, and when
he did so he spoke in measured accents, pon-
dering his words.
" Indirectly you have touched upon a
matter," he said, " that has been much in my
thoughts . No ; I can say quite honestly that,
on my own behalf, I have no regrets. Quite
the reverse. After all these years, I like it
more and more. The country, the life, the
freedom — I simply revel in it. It comes to
me as a new wonder and a new delight every
day. Look at that glorious stretch of land,
look at that sky and those wild flowers. For
you they are just something pleasant and pass-
ing that you will easily forget. For me — well,
it is no exaggeration to say I feel I could not
live without them. London figures in my mind
as a great, ugly, smoky place where people
are cramped and lead artificial lives — though,
happily for them, they don't know it. And,
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mind you, I am not speaking from old and
worn-out memories. I was in London eight
years ago, having to go to England on family
business. But in spite of my own people being
there, whom I was very pleased to see, I felt
half suffocated mentally in London, and did
not recover my spirits until I had escaped from
it. And yet all the time I cannot forget that
London represents, as you say, something in
which we out here are lacking — I mean oppor-
tunities of culture."
" You do miss those, then? " I asked.
" Personally I don't," Burroughs made haste
to reply. " Nor does my, wife, who is a native
of Canada. But I have several children, some
of whom are growing up, and I have sometimes
felt a little uneasy on their behalf. The
Canadian schools are really very good, but of
course they don't give the same facilities and
stimulus as an English college. Please under-
stand I am not regretting what one may call
the ' social polish ' side of the thing. God
forbid that my children should grow up with
any sense of class distinctions ! But I should
hate the idea of their missing the solid part
of it — the developing of their minds and the
widening of their general outlook."
AND A BARONET'S SON 55
" Culture can, after all, be imported," I
suggested.
" Exactly," he eagerly, agreed. " That
thought is my consolation. I do all I can to
encourage them in reading. They have plenty
of good books ; and I try to keep in touch
with the best modern work and have it sent
out. Then, too, being extremely fond of music
myself, though unfortunately, a very poor
player, I have been able to stimulate their
interest in that direction also. In other ways
one does what one can, and on the whole I
am satisfied that, for them as well as for my
wife and myself, the balance of advantage is
with the life out here."
And these things that Burroughs told me
about himself assumed the greater interest
when I had met the friend to whom he was
conducting me.
Gray's home is only a shack, but his
garden is a dream. Picture wide sheets of
pansies and mignonette surrounded by bego-
nias, cannas, and phlox, by pinks, salpiglossis,
and stocks, with walls of sweet peas and sen-
tinel hollyhocks of mauve and cream and
yellow .
Wandering beyond that haze of perfumed
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prettiness, I reviewed orderly regiments of
onions, beet, and carrots, of potatoes, tomatoes,
and turnips ; and I came presently to sprawling
vines of pumpkin and cucumber, rows of well-
hearted lettuce, and great firm cabbages that
looked like curling stones. Also in that well-
stocked garden were long lines of the notorious
wonderberry fruiting profusely.
Mrs. Gray stood at the gate with her two
sturdy children. But she told me that she was
not the gardener. Jim, it seemed, found time
to do all that. And Jim had built the shack,
and the log stables, granary, and other out-
houses— a cluster of buildings looking home-
like and picturesque with their background of
sheltering trees. Jim's fowls and pigs were
in sight, and we had already seen Jim's ten
horses. For they had been grazing beside the
lovely lake that skirts Jim's land on the
south. But where was Jim himself?
Burroughs supposed that we sliould find him
cutting his wheat. But no — Mrs. Gray explained
that Jim finished his stocking a fortnight
before ; and now he was helping a neighbour.
On an adjoining quarter-section we found
our man — a thick-set young Saxon with curly
yellow hair, a cheerful countenance, and
AND A BARONET'S SON 57
a courteous willingness to become auto-
biographical.
After his father was run over at Streatham,
little Jim had some difficulty in getting food ;
and he still thinks it was hard luck to be taken
before a magistrate for picking up a few
potatoes in a field. However, he rather
enjoyed his two years on a training -ship, and
he left the Cornwall with some thought of
following the sea for a livelihood. But during
his first voyage Jim was so continually ill-
treated by the mate that, driven at last to make
reprisal, he struck that bully with a piece of
iron — a circumstance that led to both being
discharged when the schooner returned into
port. Jim then had another spell of the London
streets, where he wandered homeless and
hungry with a companion in misfortune.
Having heard of Dr. Barnardo's Homes, they
went there one evening to beg a night's lodging
—a boon that was not denied. Next day Jim's
pal enlisted as a soldier, and Jim himself, when
night came on, returned to the haven at Stepney
Causeway. There he stayed until sent with a
party of lads to Canada.
Recalling these details of his pathetic past,
Mr. Gray smiled down at us from his seat on
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the binder, brought temporarily to a standstill
on the margin of the harvest. Burroughs
maliciously suggested that Gray would be fined
for the time he was wasting. Gray, with a
laughing glance over his shoulder, guessed the
other binders were still half a mile behind him.
It was instructive to see Jim and Burroughs
on terms of hearty friendship and social
equality. For there are only two classes in
Canada — the one class that embraces baronets'
sons, Barnardo boys, and everybody else who
works hard and " makes good " (to speak in
the vernacular ) ; and the other class that
equally embraces everybody, whether born in
the purple or in the slums, who shirks work.
Jim went on with his story. He worked on
a Canadian farm for " all found," plus accumu-
lating wages, which, until he came of age, were
banked with the Barnardo organisation. Then
he bought a partly cultivated quarter-section,
utilising his capital on judicious lines advised
by his former guardians : so much as first
payment for the land, so much for oxen, im-
plements and seed, and so much for main-
tenance until crops rewarded toil.
Seven years have passed by. Jim has now
completed the purchase of his land, and has
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already refused to sell it for £800. For ninety,
acres are now under cultivation— and a full
equipment of buildings, with ample barbed
wire fencing, enhance the value of a homestead.
Meanwhile, Jim's crops have enabled him to
pay for a binder, a seeder, harrows, ploughs,
and other machinery, while the number of his
live stock increases every year. So the boy
who once stole potatoes is now worth over
£1,000, and is living with his family in
growing prosperity on his own extensive and
beautiful freehold.
As we careered over the stubble at twelve
miles an hour, I ventured the opinion that
Jim was an exceptional man. But Burroughs
laughed sagaciously, and suggested that, after
returning to Russell for dinner, we should
take the old Indian trail to the south, then
strike west and overhaul Tom Green and
George Fisher. All of which we did.
Green's shack has been replaced by a good
house— to all appearance a roomy English
villa, but made mainly of wood. We found
Green stocking the last of his oats, and singing
over their excellence.
Finding me inquisitive, he spoke with manly
candour of his early days. A workhouse boy
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of Margate, he was transferred to the Barnardo
Homes at a tender age. He does not know
how old he is, and lacks all knowledge of his
parentage. For the rest, his Canadian experi-
ences have been Gray's in duplicate, even to
the possession of a wife and two children.
His land also is beautiful, prolific, and paid
for, and he scorned my offer of £1,000 for the
farm as a going concern.
" I must say," said that healthy, smiling
young man, " I was given a good start. First
they apprenticed me to a farmer, and after that
I had a spell of work on the Barnardo Industrial
Farm. Then one day Mr. Struthers sent for
me and offered me this quarter-section at
six dollars an acre, which was very cheap
when you remember that quite a bit of the
land was broken. I had got four hundred
dollars saved, so I paid a hundred as an instal-
ment on the land, and most of the other three
hundred went towards implements. It was
terrible uphill work at first, and I hadn't
turned the corner in 1907 — that awful year
when everybody's wheat got frozen. But we're
all right now, thank God, and if there comes
another failure of crops, well, it won't matter
much. I sent my last instalment for the land
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three months ago, and before that I was clear
with everybody, else, and a nice sum put by
in the bank. So now, as I've got this place
in good order, I'm going* to buy another
quarter-section."
" Well," I could not forbear to remark, " if
your new quarter is as beautiful as this one,
you will indeed be a lucky man."
' Yes, isn't it fine ! " exclaimed Green, as
he gazed at his property with sparkling eyes.
It was gently undulating ground, giving the
spectator a new vista at every turn, and with
here and there a pretty little coppice — relics
of the prairie left to supply timber and fuel.
' If you are interested in farming," he went
on impetuously, " come along with me and I'll
show you where I made a big mistake."
I hurried after that nimble-footed enthusiast ;
and we descended to a large stubble field that
lay low.
" Early frost," he explained, " cut off the
wheat here for several years running. I lost
it all every time, and I could not understand
the reason. Everywhere else the wheat got
through, and graded splendidly. Then last year
I tried oats here . A bumper crop ! Of course
I did the same this year, and with the same
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result. It is quite a simple matter — wheat
does best on the high ground ; oats do best
on the low ground. But, you see, I had to
learn by experience, and pretty expensive ex-
perience, too ! for I figured it out the other
day that, if I'd known this wrinkle at the start,
it would have made a difference to my savings
of three thousand dollars."
Even if Green had never been a poor little
workhouse boy, it would have done me good to
hear him talk so airily of such a loss.
But it was our third visit that provided the
most memorable revelation . Not only was Mr .
Fisher a Barnardo boy, but — by a pretty coin-
cidence— Mrs. Fisher was a Barnardo girl.
They fell in love on meeting by chance in
Canada .
Their five children were the most winsome
little rogues I had seen since leaving England.
No sooner was I seated in the cosy parlour
than Eric and Daisy clambered to my lap, and
with wide blue eyes told me about the naughty
skunk that burrowed last Wednesday into their
cupboard.
Mrs. Fisher insisted that we must stop to
tea, and I never sat down to a finer banquet
than that bountiful spread of salmon, new-laid
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eggs, and cream, with choice butter, bread,
cake, and preserves made by our gracious
young hostess.
The land and all upon it, including that sub-
stantial eight-roomed house, belongs to George,
who owes no man a cent. Nay, the revenue
from his crops now goes almost intact to swell
his banking account. For he is blessed with
an efficient and painstaking helpmeet, and the
surplus eggs and butter cover the cost of
groceries and clothes.
" So you see," she explained, during our con-
fidential chat, " we live free of cost, and always
have plenty of the best. Of course, it means
a good deal of work, but I don't mind that,
because it is all so interesting. I simply love
looking after the fowls, and the dear things
certainly do repay all the trouble you take over
them. My birds always have their warm feed
in the morning. That's very important. I
wouldn't let them miss it if the weather was a
hundred below zero. You'd be surprised how
well they lay, and we get a good lot of eggs
right through the winter. Of course I sell
those, because they fetch such good prices . In
the summer I always pickle enough to last us
during the winter. Come and see."
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The pantry was indeed a picture. Large,
airy, and spotlessly clean, it contained not only
great earthenware pots in which eggs were
preserved, but basins of cream, dishes of butter,
two sides of bacon, and an immense reserve
of home-made jam.
" Of course," the vivacious young house-
keeper rattled on, " in this country we are like
the bees — we have to lay up stores for the
winter. If you just arrange things carefully,
nothing is a bother, and there is always plenty,
of everything. Some people tell me their fowls
don't pay. But can you wonder, when they just
throw them a few handfuls of corn, and it's
nobody's duty, to clean out the roosts? The
woman ought to see to these things. Her
husband has his crops and cattle to look after,
and that's quite enough for one person to do.
Making butter and attending to the fowls are
just as much a wife's duty as looking after the
children and keeping the house tidy. . . .
We've just got a cream separator, and it's a
wonderful saving. . . . In this country a man
has to work very hard, and he can't get on
properly unless his wife does her share."
Knowing that provisions are expensive in
central Canada, I was disposed to place a
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liberal construction on Mrs. Fisher's assertion,
made earlier in the conversation, that she and
her family lived free of cost. The butcher's
bill for so many, I suggested, must be an
appreciable item. Her reply but served to
throw new light on domestic economy in the
Prairie Provinces.
" We certainly do have a quantity of meat
in addition to our own bacon," she smilingly
admitted, " but there is no butcher's bill, be-
cause we belong to a beef ring."
I did not know what that was.
" Oh, it's a splendid thing," exclaimed the
enthusiastic little woman. ' They ought to
have one in every district. There are twenty
of us in it — ourselves and nineteen neighbours ;
and each member contributes one beast a year.
Of course large families require more meat
than small families, so the way we arrange is
this : whatever we have every week is set down
against us at six cents a pound, and when we
put in our steer the weight is put down in our
favour at five cents a pound. That leaves
one cent for slaughtering and for waste. Then
at the end of the season one total is balanced
against the other ; and in our case we have
had several dollars to receive each time. And
Ike Golden Land. £.
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you may, say that the steer costs us nothing to
rear — only a little of my, husband's time in
looking after it — because we have plenty of
pasture. The members deliver the meat them-
selves, and they are divided into four delivery
groups. So one week my husband fetches our
supply, and goes round to our three nearest
neighbours. Then for the next three weeks
they take it in turn to do the delivering. Out
beef ring is really a great success."
We had wandered into the kitchen — the
kitchen of a model housekeeper, with its orderly
rows of cooking-pots and crockery, and every-
thing bright and clean.
I remarked upon the pail of meal steaming
on the stove.
" That is for one of the mares," the lady
explained. " George told me she seemed a
little out of sorts, and there is nothing like a
nice warm feed to put them right. That's a
good example of what I was saying. Some
women would tell you they had enough to do
without bothering to cook for the horses. But
I don't look at it like that at all. Never mind
the bother. How can a man see to a thing like
that, when very likely he has to be out plough-
ing half a mile away? It may make all the
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difference between saving or losing a valuable
horse. So I say a woman ought to do it ! "
I asked her how she liked the winter.
" The winter, of course, is beautiful," she
answered simply. Then, in a ripple of merri-
ment, she went on : " Oh, I forgot you live in
England, and very likely have heard the dread-
ful stories about the Canadian winter — how
everybody has his nose frozen off, and the
houses are buried up to the chimney-pots in
snow ! It is very, very different to that. Of
course the ground is covered with snow, but
such nice, dry, sparkling snow ! And the air
is so clear, and the sky so bright, and the sun
shines so warmly, that it is all just lovely. Of
course when there's a wind blowing, and the
weather is cloudy, or when there's a blizzard
on, then it's best to keep indoors, or you might
get a frost-bite. Not that a frost-bite is a
very serious thing — it soon goes off. But most
of the time you can't think how splendid it is
to be out of doors. The children have great
fun toboganning and skating— and so do we
older ones — torch-light processions on snow-
shoes, and I don't know what all. There is
only one time when the winter isn't nice at all.
That's when thaws begin to come and the
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snow is half melted, and the ground is all
sloppy. We feel the cold much more then
than when the thermometer is right below
zero. That's the only time when one of the
children might take a chill. But it doesn't last
long. The snow is soon all gone, then the
flowers and leaves seem to come out by magic,
and the beautiful summer has started once
more."
Her reference to the children prompted me
to compliment her on their health, intelligence,
and high spirits.
' They certainly have a good time," she
admitted. " And Henry is getting to be such
a fine horseman ! He is my eldest boy, you
know — just turned ten. The other day he rode
twenty miles ! I used to be so nervous when
he was on horseback ; but my husband said it
was quite safe, and it certainly seems to be.
One thing I'm very pleased about — they are
all fond of school. In fact, they are quite
upset if the weather is bad and I won't let them
go. We are very lucky in having such a good
school in this section — and less than a mile
away ! "
'* You never," I asked (not because I thought
it likely, but to continue investigations along
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the line of popular assumptions) — " you never
feel lonely?"
"Lonely!" echoed Mrs. Fisher in amaze-
ment. " Lonely? What, when we are sur-
rounded by such nice neighbours, and I'm
always driving round to see them, and they're
always driving round to see me ! And when
we have so many whist parties at this house and
musical evenings at their houses ! Lonely-
no, that's quite impossible out here. I pity
anybody, trying to be lonely with five children
about. And if they might be at school, and
there was nobody at home, and I wanted to
talk with somebody but hadn't time to go out —
well, there is always the telephone. I don't
mind telling you, I often have a chat with my
friend Mrs. Knight — when I'm waiting for the
bread to rise, and she's doing the same three
miles away."
When Mr. Fisher next came in — to join us
in the pretty parlour — I found myself regarding
him with a new interest. For I now had a clue
to the smile of placid contentment that seemed
never to leave his face.
Dimly, and without full understanding, that
happy young couple know themselves to be,
in their origin, children of poverty. Vaguely
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they hear rumours of people short of food in
the far-away Old Country. " Is it true — is it
really true? " was Mrs. Fisher's eager question.
And when I told her the facts, her eyes filled
with tears.
" Oh, tell them to come here," she entreated.
1 There is room for them all in this beautiful
country. They can easily do the same as
George and me. It is so terrible to think of
them like that, and us with more than plenty.
Oh, please tell them about Canada, and just
make them come ! "
I promised to try.
CHAPTER V
THE BARR COLONY
A seductive scheme — Its weak spot — A long, arduous,
and costly trek — Living in tents — Keeping animals
at bay — Lloydminster then and now — A butcher's
adventures — Dr. Amos and the axe wounds — Mr.
Barr's withdrawal — The remaining leader — A loyal
leader — How the log church was built — Its stately
successor — Arrival of the first train — Miriam and
her birthright — Mr. Hill's farm — A Cockney's
triumph — Memories of tribulation — An abortive
beginning — Hindrances, bad luck and debt — The
turning of the tide — Piling up the dollars — Canada
as a cure for worry — Value of the Hill estate —
Achievements of Lloydminster men — Their town
analysed — A widespread aspiration.
DURING March, 1903, the Rev. I. M. Barr,
assisted by the Rev. G. E. Lloyd, founded a
British Colony in Canada at 14, Sergeant's
Inn, London, E.C. Every adult male was to
have his free grant of 1 60 acres, under sanction
of the Canadian Government, in the beautiful
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and fertile Saskatchewan Valley. The whole
thing was arranged in advance with a masterly
regard for detail. Mr. Barr even provided
a scheme of medical insurance, with the use
of a hospital and trained nurses, on the basis
of a small annual subscription. In a word,
the prospectus was a pressing invitation to the
Promised Land, and some 1,500 names were
enthusiastically enrolled.
There was a flaw in the scheme . The colony
was established 200 miles from the nearest
railroad. Thus those English families, after
voyaging across the Atlantic and travelling
two-thirds across the American continent, were
faced by two terrible problems : first, how
to get to their land ; secondly, how to live
when they had got there.
At great expense — for kites are attracted by
a drove of pigeons — many procured horses,
oxen, and wagons for the long trek over the
rough ground, which for the most part had
been left black and desolate by recent prairie
fires. A number of those poor immigrants
expended the last of their scanty savings on
food for the journey. Some tramped wearily
on foot. Purged of the faint-hearted few (who
would not leave Battleford and civilisation),
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that noble procession of resolute men, staunch
women, and plucky children passed on to
their goal. It proved nothing but a beautiful
wilderness .
And there at first they lived in Government
tents — the men in some, the women and
children in others ; representatives of both
sexes taking night watches in rotation to feed
the fires that held timber-wolves and prairie
dogs at bay. Poor Barr colonists ! They were
isolated from the world. They were a society
without the machinery of existence. One is
tempted to emphasise their plight with a grim
suggestion drawn from the realm of historic
irony. Their one possible means of livelihood
was to take in each other's washing.
I stayed in one of the fine hotels of the
prosperous town of Lloydminster, which has
its own weekly newspaper, six places of wor-
ship, two banks, two large schools, a range
of Government offices, three grain elevators,
several musical societies and athletic clubs, and
a large electric plant that illuminates its broad
thoroughfares. Vainly I strove to realise the
momentous fact that, on the site of this
prosperous town, only those Government tents
were standing seven years ago. For in their
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fight against Fate the Barr colonists won. They
have built Lloydminster, and to-day they are
rich, contented, and triumphant. The case has
no parallel, I believe, in the history of modern
Canada, full as that history is of romance and
of swift and amazing developments.
I spoke to Mr. Johnson, the butcher. " Ah ! "
he recalled, " Mr. Barr arrived with only two
beasts, and I had the killing of both. I bought
one carcass and retailed it. The last pound
of flank was soon gone, and for days I walked
to and fro, pondering the stubborn problem,
where could I get some meat? One day from
nowhere there arrived a wandering, wondering
Indian. I gave him my full attention. He
had picked up a few English words from
Hudson Bay men. But we communicated
mainly by signs ; and the end of it was that
I set off with him on a long journey to the
north. He had understood ! We came to a
place where there was a herd of cattle. I
bought a steer ; the Indian produced a rig ;
and we brought my beast back in triumph. I
decided to reward the Indian at the rate of
two cents per pound. He was satisfied with this
payment, and in a few days, when that meat
was all gone, we went off to fetch another
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carcass. So the supply was kept up; and
soon I had built a little hut— our first butcher's
shop."
Meanwhile some of the men had gone out
with guns and shot wild ducks and prairie
chickens. Others, establishing themselves as
merchants of the community, drove back to
Battleford and returned with wagon-loads of
provisions. Some fetched timber, so that a
beginning could be made with building opera-
tions. The women and children set about
growing vegetables. A number of men
journeyed some hundreds of miles away to
work for wages.
I spoke to Dr. Amos. " Nothing," he ex-
plained, " came of Mr. Barr's medical scheme.
At least, members presented their subscription
cards, but the hospital and nurses proved as
theoretical as my salary. Of course we all
helped one another, and monetary considera-
tions scarcely existed. My work was constant
and pretty monotonous — every day I was stitch-
ing up axe wounds 1 You see, the men were
strangers to that most useful tool."
Unfortunately Mr. Barr did not remain
sufficiently long with his colony to witness the
turn of its fortunes . Why he withdrew I found
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it impossible definitely to ascertain. Some
think that, alarmed at the plight in which he
had unwittingly involved his trustful follow-
ing, he lost his nerve. Concerning that
interesting figure, the rest is silence. Whither
he went, and whether he be alive or dead, no
one seems to know.
The case of Mr. Lloyd is different. He
remained with the colony, sharing the stress
of those early days ; and the town's name is a
memorial of the affectionate regard in which
he is held.
As the Principal of Emmanuel College
(Saskatoon), Archdeacon Lloyd has duties
which, at the time of my visit to Lloydminster,
detained him elsewhere ; and thus I missed
the pleasure of meeting a remarkable man of
whom Canada has cause to be proud. But in
the centre of the town I saw the little " log-
cabin " church — so picturesque without, so rest-
ful within — that he built. At least, he and
all the others built it jointly. For nearly every
colonist assisted according to his or her ability
— some contributing a three -dollar log, some
a two -dollar log. And already — the needs of
the community having outgrown the accommo-
dation of that little pioneer edifice — a stately
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brick and stone church, costing ten thousand
dollars, was arising to gladden the heart of
Lloydminster's popular rector, the Rev. C.
Carruthers.
An early beginning was made with the grow-
ing of grain, primitive means being available
for grinding it. Then at last came the news
that, miles and miles away, the railway line
was approaching. Thus was opened up the
new community's first outside market. For
the railway gangs had many horses, and were
willing to pay well for oats. The Canadian
Northern Company pushed on the work with
all possible speed, incidentally providing, in the
construction of the road, a welcome outlet for
Lloydminster labour. One man told me that
the most beautiful music he ever heard was
the whistle of the first approaching train.
When the great locomotive appeared in sight,
the Barr colonists sang and wept for joy. The
days of tribulation were over — the era of pros-
perity had dawned.
I strolled into the suburbs of the town and,
passing through a pretty garden with its
inviting tennis-court, I entered a charming
bungalow. For I had a fancy to see Miriam,
the first child born at Lloydminster. And that
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merry little girl, who would soon be seven years
old, introduced me to her dollies and her great
big Teddy-bear.
From the juvenile prattle, confirmed and
elucidated by a delighted mother, I learnt that,
under the terms of a picturesque Dominion
statute, the Government had just granted
Miriam a valuable town site in Lloydminster—
birthright of the first native inhabitant.
I drove out to see Mr. Hill and his family,
who came from Woolwich. Since there are
three grown sons, the joint estate is a square
mile of rich land, beautifully wooded here and
there, and enclosing two lovely lakes. The
youngest boy was herding their large " bunch "
of horses and cows, his brothers were harvest-
ing the wide expanse of wheat and oats, and
the old man was keeping an eye on his
twenty score of hogs.
" Yes, yes," chuckled Mr. Hill, " my oats
scored 95.5 out of a possible 100 at Brandon
Winter Fair, averaging 86 bushels to the acre
and 50 pounds to the bushel. Not bad, eh, for
an old Cockney who, until he came out here,
had never done any farming ? But those early
days I You cannot imagine what we went
through."
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I asked him to try and give me an idea of
that black time.
' Well/' he said, " we had a terrible set-
back at the very start. It was in June, 1903,
that we arrived, and at once my boys and I
got to work on the adjoining quarter-sections
allotted to us near the Battle River. For
several weeks we were at it from morning to
night, getting along famously. We had built
a fine log-house, and we had broken a lot
of land ; then a letter came to say there had
been a mistake, and we must surrender two
of the quarter-sections, as they had been
previously allotted to some Swedes. As we
had determined to have our land all in one
piece, that meant surrendering the entire
section. But the loss of our time and labour
was the least important part of it. The terrible
thing was that, while we could have scraped
through pretty well with the start we had got,
there was no money left for beginning all over
again. The long trek had made too heavy
an inroad into the savings I had brought out
with me."
" So what did you do? "
' There was nothing for it but to take my
wife and young children back to live in the
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colony tents, while my three boys set off to
tramp 70 or 100 miles and work for wages.
By the end of the fall they came back
with 200 dollars, which enabled us to pro-
vision ourselves for the winter. Then, when
the spring came round, off they went to earn
more money to keep us going. Not till June
was I able to start on our new quarter-sections
— this land we now occupy. Single-handed
I couldn't do much, especially as my two
horses died and I only had oxen to break
with. Getting a house built was the biggest
thing done that year ; so you may say it wasn't
till 1905, when a nice bit of land was broken,
that we made our start. That means we didn't
get our first crop till 1906, by which time
I was heavily in debt. It looked as if
we'd be all right the next year, but early
frost played havoc with the wheat. It was
like that right through the country — 1907 is
remembered as the black year. Of course
there was nothing to do but hang on — to emi-
grate back to England was out of the question,
because we had no money to pay our passage,
leave alone pay our debts. Well, the 1908
crop not only cleared off every penny we owed,
but left me with a bigger balance than the
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money I came out with. As for last year
and this, it has been just a case of piling up
the dollars."
" There is nothing like sticking to a thing,"
I observed.
" That's true," Mr. Hill heartily agreed.
" And look you here : if there was no way of
getting to the position we've got to, except
by going through what we've gone through,
I'd say it's well worth it, and I'd advise others
to come out and do the same. But it's not
like that at all. People who come out now
don't have to go through a twentieth part what
we had to go through. They've got to work,
of course, and they don't have much to show
for it in the first two years ; but after that
everything is plain sailing. And so should we
have found everything plain sailing after two
years, if we hadn't had that long trek and
then found ourselves two hundred miles from
a railway. Don't think I'm complaining, for
I'm not. I feel too grateful for that. When
I lived in Woolwich, what with low wages and
slack work it was no light matter feeding so
many and keeping a roof over their heads ; and
there was always a nasty feeling about what
would happen when I got too old to work.
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But now — well, my three eldest boys have got
their future already made for 'em, and it'll be
every bit as easy for the others when they
grow up. As for me," added the old fellow,
with twinkling eyes, " if I never did another
stroke of work, there would still be plenty for
the wife and rrie. I tell you, the word ' worry '
has been taken clean out of my life. That's
what Canada has done for me."
" And you have no desire to go back to
Woolwich?" I asked.
' Yes, I have," was his emphatic reply. ' I
should like to go back ; but not to stay-
only to have the chance of telling people about
this country and persuading them to come out.
It seems such a pity for all those thousands
in Woolwich — and in plenty of other places,
for that matter — to be dragging along in the
old way, out of work nearly half the time, and
never able to put anything by for a rainy day
or old age, when, if they only knew, they could
come out here and soon be comfortably off,
and never need worry about money for the rest
of their lives."
Making my own inquiries, and taking " im-
proved " land at its lowest local value, I found
that the Hill estate was worth £3,200 — a sum
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which, of course, left out of account the family's
herds and houses and machinery. Since their
annual revenue from grain alone is over
£ 1,000, the property is not, however, likely
to come on the market.
And Mr. Hill is but one of the numerous
Barr colonists prospering on the land in the
district. His near neighbours include two
University graduates and an ex-costermonger.
Lloydminster men took twenty-seven prizes for
grain at the Regina, Edmonton, and Calgary
fairs during the six months preceding my visit.
In the previous year, Lloydminster men bought
agricultural machinery to the value of i 55,000
dollars, or, approximately, £31,000.
In that district I found 27,000 acres grow-
ing wheat, oats, barley and flax. This year
( 1911) the area under cultivation will be
34,000 acres. The town's population was
1,500 persons, including five clergymen, four
doctors, two lawyers, one dentist, two druggists,
three auctioneers, one veterinary surgeon, and
two members of the mounted police force.
Lloydminster also possessed six large general
stores and two hardware stores ; two bakers,
two butchers, two tailors, two blacksmiths, two
jewellers, and two laundries ; one shoemaker,
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one saddler, one musical instrument maker,
one clothier, one furniture dealer, one telephone
office, one telegraph office, one printing office,
and four fruit and candy stores.
And Lloydminster, in its aspect, wealth, and
rapidity of growth, is typical of the numerous
towns that have sprung up along the railway
routes of the Prairie Provinces.
Thus we see that Canada pours forth her
immeasurable wealth for those who will till
and toil ; and it remains to be said that the
desire of Lloydminster is for more new arrivals
who will work on the land, and thereby help
to populate the district and swell the general
volume of prosperity.
I heard the same wish expressed in every
district that I visited.
CHAPTER VI
NIGHTINGALE IN IRRICANA
Stereotyped method of colonisation — Sir Thomas
Shaughnessy's innovation — The concession of terri-
tory to the C.P.R.— Why they took land they
previously refused — Irrigating 3,000,000 acres —
i, 600 miles of canals and ditches — An Irishman's
experiences — Raising cattle without trouble or cost
— The efficiency of branding — Profits from irri-
gated land — How Mr. Buckley began farming —
Terms of land purchase — What he bought, and the
prices — His phenomenal wheat : a story of brilliant
blundering — The rudiments of irrigation explained
— New way of coping with prairie fires — Finding
live fish on ploughed land — The Strathmore expert
and his experiments — Driving to the "Ready-made"
farms — A tethered black bear — Nightingale and its
citizens — Their former callings — A happy, hopeful
community — Benefits of co-operation — Opening of
the first store — An idea that may mark an epoch.
TEN miles from Strathmore, Alberta, is a baby
town that has been christened after a great
Englishwoman who recently passed to her
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rest. And Nightingale is founded on two
simple ideas — one as old as Egypt, the other
sensationally new. I will deal first with the
second.
In human affairs the desirable end is apt
long to remain associated with a circuitous
means. But one day the seer arises who
demonstrates that, in order to secure roast
sucking-pig, it is not necessary to burn down
a house containing young swine. He hits upon
a short cut, which is what Sir Thomas G.
Shaughnessy has done at Nightingale.
The history of Australia, Africa, and the
United States, equally with that of Canada,
is identified with a method of colonisation
that has become so stereotyped as to seem
inevitable .
The settler arrives upon his empty, virgin
land. Wrestling with Nature and unfamiliar
trades, he builds himself a dwelling and digs
himself a water supply. Then, rood by rood,
he clears his ground, and ploughs it, and puts
in seed. Greatly are his pluck and patience
taxed by these slow, laborious preliminaries,
which, as I say, have always been regarded
as unavoidable. But why — it occurred to the
C.P.R. president — should not house, well, and
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stabling be constructed before the settler
arrives ? Of that idea, so brilliantly obvious
when once it had been thought of, the ready-
made farms of Irricana and elsewhere are the
first-fruits.
The foundation of Lloydminster, described
in my last chapter, was a grim illustration of
colonisation, old style. The foundation of
Nightingale, to be described in this chapter,
is a delightful illustration of colonisation, new
style. But before dealing with the affairs of
that little community, I should mention that
it is independent of rain. And this brings me
to the venerable factor on which the new town's
future will be based.
Crossing Canada eight years ago, I was
depressed by a deserted stretch of rolling prairie
between Calgary and a point about thirty miles
west of Medicine Hat. Out on that grey
wilderness, clothed so meagrely with vegeta-
tion, the only life I saw was a gaunt coyote
racing away in affright at the train. Nor was
I the only person who did not think much of
that country. When the C.P.R. undertook to
span Canada, it was agreed by the Government
that, to make it worth their while, they should
receive 25,000,000 acres of land within a
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twenty-mile radius on both sides of their
line ; and, since they were allowed to pick and
choose, they declined to accept, as part of their
real-estate bonus, the questionable territory on
which I afterwards saw that lean and lonely
prairie dog.
Two things happened that caused the C.P.R.
to change their minds. Canadian interest was
aroused in the fine crops insured by irrigation
in the United States ; and the Ottawa Parlia-
ment passed wise laws controlling the Dominion
waterways. So the C.P.R., with an eye on the
gushing torrent of the Bow River, said they
would have those 3,000,000 acres after all.
They decided to spend £ 1,000,000 in irrigating
the area, which is one-eighth the size of
England and Wales. For no scheme is too
large or too small, nothing is too modest or
too magnificent, for that versatile and con-
scientious corporation to undertake.
They have already, spread their network of
artificial watercourses over a third of the
country — the western section. Besides pro-
viding a reservoir 3 miles long, half a mile
wide, and 40 feet deep, they have constructed
17 miles of main canals (120 feet wide and
10 feet deep), 150 miles of secondary canals,
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and 1,433 miles of distributing ditches— works
that have involved the removal of 8,250,000
cubic yards of .earth. Then, too, the industrious
C.P.R. have made, as necessary adjuncts to this
scheme of irrigation, a number of spillways,
drops, flumes, measuring weirs, and highway
bridges.
I drove inland from Gleichen, and, calling
upon several farmers of the irrigated land, I
asked them how they were getting on. One was
a middle-aged Irishman who, four years
before, arrived from his native land with
£715, a large family, and no knowledge of
farming .
In Ireland Mr. John C. Buckley was making
a bare living, and there were no prospects for
his boys ; in Canada he is already a man of
substance. Beginning with 320 acres, this
genial enthusiast already owns a square mile.
The difference between what he paid for the
land and the price at which he could sell it
represents over £6,000. But he would not
dream of realising ; first, because all the
irrigated land of the western section has now
been taken up, largely by speculators, and its
value is rising every day ; secondly, because
his bumper crops yield a rich revenue.
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" Next year," he mentioned, " I shall have
600 acres under wheat and oats."
"You don't go in for stock, then?' I
innocently remarked.
" I've made a beginning," was his puzzling
reply. " I've got between sixty and seventy
head of cattle, and the number is increasing
every year."
' Then do you rent some of your neighbours'
land for grazing ? "
" Lor' bless you, no 1 " he answered. ' I do
what every one else does — turn my cattle out
on the prairie. They are all marked, for each
of us has his distinctive, registered brand. A
man doesn't trouble to fence his holding until
he cultivates it, and as thousands of acres here-
abouts have been bought only as an investment,
there are wide areas on which anybody's cattle
can roam. But of course they get away thirty
or forty miles from here, where, in the absence
of railroads, the land is still Government prop-
erty, and free, not only to wandering herds,
but to human beings who care to appropriate
quarter-sections of it."
" But how," I asked, " do you keep in touch
with your cattle ? "
" Keep in touch with them ! " he laughed.
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" Why, I don't give a thought to them for six
or eight months in the year. I know they're
as safe as if I saw them every day grazing on
my own land. When I want them, off I go on
horseback. If you know where the rivers and
lakes are, you don't as a rule have much trouble
in locating your bunch, for they are pretty sure
to keep near water. Then you have the satis-
faction of seeing what a fine lot of fat beasts
they have grown into without costing you
five minutes' attention or five cents for
feed."
And I thought of the stock -raisers in
England, and what it costs them for land and
labour. It really does not seem fair.
" As for irrigation," testified this prosperous
Irishman, " its value, when you have learnt
how to use it, can hardly be exaggerated. Of
course, we all have areas which, because of
the levels, are outside its influence, and for
which, therefore, we do not have to pay the
annual water rental of fifty cents per acre. I
and others have done splendidly on this non-
irrigable land, and experience shows — for one
or two men have been farming in the district
for twenty years — that, in eight seasons out
of nine, the rainfall is sufficient to ensure a
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good paying crop. But it is well within the
mark to say that, where irrigation operates, the
yield of grain is more than doubled."
Concerning Mr. Buckley's success, I had
the evidence of his vistas of growing grain,
his acres of potatoes and sugar beet, his herds
of swine, and flocks of fowls and turkeys. Con-
cerning the stages of his evolution, I desired
more information.
" Well," he explained, " I arrived from
Ireland with my wife and seven children on
May 8, 1906, and two days later I had bought
my first half -section — 320 acres. For 259
acres that were irrigable the price was 25
dollars an acre. For the remaining 61 acres
that were non-irrigable the price was i 5 dollars
an acre. Those figures work out in English
money to a total of £1,539 iis. 8d."
" And your available capital was only
£715?"
" Exactly. But the terms of purchase
merely required me to provide one-quarter of
the money, or £384 i/s. lid., the remainder
being payable in four equal annual instal-
ments, with 6 per cent, interest on the out-
standing balance. As a matter of fact, the
C.P.R. give even more liberal terms nowadays,
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for only one-tenth is payable in cash, the
rest of the money being spread over nine
years."
" Having secured your land, and disbursed
more than half your capital, what did you do
next? "
" I set about getting a house built ; and in
the meantime the C.P.R. lent me one rent free,
with coals and light. My house and a stable
(30 feet by 28 feet) cost £125, the price being
so low because my boy and I did a lot of the
work. Then I paid £135 8s. 4d. for four
horses, £13 155. for harness, £11 55. for a
plough, £16 135. 4d. for two cows, £5 8s. 4d.
for a drag-harrow, and £7 145. 2d. for a disc-
harrow. By that time I had less than £150
left. But I was ready to begin farming."
" Of which," I interpolated, " you had no
previous experience? "
" Practically none," said Mr. Buckley. " I
knew something about animals, having been
a cattle-dealer in Ireland. In an amateurish
way, I had also played about with a piece of
land. But now, of course, I was taking up the
business seriously, and I did not make the
mistake of fancying I knew what I did not
know. I find it a good plan to ask questions.
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One picks up a wrinkle here and a wrinkle
there."
"And how did the early crops come out?
A neighbour of yours told me you made a
phenomenal hit with your 1908 wheat."
" So I did," the blushing farmer admitted.
" It graded extra number one northern at Fort
William, and fetched i dollar 4 cents a bushel,
which was half a cent above the highest Winni-
peg quotation of the season. It weighed 65! Ibs.
to the bushel, and I was dumbfounded to see
it described as the finest wheat ever grown in
North America, if not in the world. When it
became known that I was just a beginner, so
to speak, and had only been farming three
years, the journalists and magazine-writers
came along to ask me how I did it. But the
facts I had to tell them sounded more humili-
ating than impressive."
" Indeed?"
" That wheat was grown on a fifty-acre field
which, in the previous year, had yielded me
a first crop that came out at 25 bushels
to the acre. But when the time arrived for
seeding it again, that field wasn't ploughed,
because I hadn't the necessary horses avail-
able. So, following the advice of some neigh-
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hours, I drilled in the seed (red Fyffe) on the
stubble — a very improper proceeding, of course.
I didn't even disc the land. But I did harrow
it after sowing, and in that operation I blun-
dered badly. I harrowed in the direction I
sowed, instead of crosswise. The pin of the
harrow naturally ran in the groove made by,
the disc of the drill, the firmer ground on either
side keeping it in that course. An inevitable
result was that much of the seed was rooted
up, and the crop consequently worked out at
only 20 bushels to the acre, compared with
the 40 bushels secured by neighbours all
around me. But, you see, in spite of my mis-
takes, or because of them, the quality of the
grain was remarkable."
" A case of brilliant blundering," I sug-
gested.
" Ah ! " confessed my contrite companion.
" I haven't yet told you about the worst blunder
of all. I had made the grievous mistake of
breaking that bit of prairie at the end of July
and the beginning of August, instead of in
June, which is the proper time for the work."
' Then the moral of the whole affair would
apparently be," I said, " that the more mistakes
one makes the better."
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" Oh, no, no," cried the horrified farmer.
' You must not forget that, compared with my
neighbours, I lost over £150 on that crop.
Besides," he modestly added, " I have since
found how, by avoiding mistakes, one can com-
bine a heavy yield with a good position on the
prize list."
So far as prosperity went, there seemed
nothing to choose between Mr. Buckley and
such of his neighbours as I interviewed. I
found one rejoicing over the fact that, from
an irrigated area of forty acres, he had just
harvested such superb wheat that it had already
sold for seed at a dollar and a half per bushel,
at which price that fraction of his year's crop
represented a profit nearly as large as the cost
of his quarter-section.
The rudiments of irrigation were explained
to me. At the highest available point on each
quarter-section there is an adjustable exit from
a C.P.R. distributing ditch. Using discretion,
the farmer makes minor ditches, with radiating
plough furrows to distribute the water by
gravitation all over his irrigable land.
My inquiries brought to light two incidental
advantages of the system. In the previous
year a prairie fire broke out, and as the grass
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was dry, it threatened to spread far, and involve
valuable crops. The water-gates were opened
and the fire was promptly extinguished.
It was an appreciative housewife who first
told me of the other unforeseen boon provided
by artificial watering. The Bow River is full
of toothsome fishes, many of which are swept
down the long mileage of canals and ditches.
Thus the farmer, having opened his water-gates
overnight, is apt next morning to find, flopping
about in his furrows, a welcome change in the
breakfast dietary.
" I've picked up some five-pounders," one
agricultural gourmand assured me.
Taking the train from Gleichen to Strath-
more, I visited the C.P.R. experimental farm,
where Professor W. J. Elliott, besides testing
the neighbourhood's suitability for various
kinds of grain and plants, is ever at hand to
solve the agricultural doubts and difficulties
of C.P.R. settlers. I found him besieged by
newly-established farmers eager for guidance ;
but he spared time to take me rapidly through
his plantations, where I strove to share his
enthusiasm over some white hull-less barley
and a new field pea for hogs.
My drive to Nightingale took me past many
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simple homes established on the undulating
prairie, where clusters of white tents — camps
of the railway constructors — were also visible.
For Nightingale was soon to have a station
and two lines of its own. Approaching one
of these canvas villages, I saw, on crossing a
stream, my first musk rat . The gang, it seemed,
had just captured a fine black bear. Tethered
to a post, the philosophic creature showed no
resentment of restraint.
Ten minutes later found me among the trim
little homes of Nightingale ; and soon I was
lunching with Mr. and Mrs. Carlton, the un-
official mayor and mayoress of the new com-
munity. He was a poultry farmer of Lowestoft,
and I learnt that his hundred fellow-citizens
include a butcher, a veterinary surgeon, a pig
breeder, a coal merchant, two engineers, a
Scotch gardener with a large family, a clerk,
a marine surveyor, a retired Indian Civil ser-
vant, a schoolmaster, a rural innkeeper, a mate
of the Merchant Service, a Norfolk farmer, and
a piano tuner. That, at least, is what they
were when, six months before, they left Great
Britain. Now they had all become farmers.
But their farming is not to be of the familiar
Canadian kind — landscapes of grain. Their
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properties average eighty acres. Growing
wheat and oats for an easy beginning, they
will gradually work their way, to the more com-
pact industries of dairying, poultry farming,
pig raising, and market gardening, produc-
ing only as much grain as they themselves will
require. For it is felt that this irrigated land
affords a fine opportunity for mixed and in-
tensive farming.
I visited about a dozen of Nightingale's
citizens, and found them all busy, hopeful, and
jolly. A Cambridge M.A. was digging a cellar
and whistling. One engineer was intent on
the community's flour -mill. The other was
wrestling with a costly petrol machine that
will plough ten acres a day — a luxury to which
the community had just treated itself. For
Nightingale has already perceived the wisdom
of co-operation. It saves twenty cents a
bushel by buying its seed 'in bulk. On the
day of my visit it had just opened its co-opera-
tive store, and, as the first customer from with-
out, I made my historic purchase of an ounce
of tobacco.
But I have not yet explained how far Sir
Thomas developed his idea. When these
British settlers arrived on the ground, each
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of the twenty-four families found, not only their
home and outhouses built, and their well sunk,
and their fences up, but forty of their acres
ploughed and already green with a growing
crop.
It was stipulated that each family should
possess at least £200 wherewith to buy imple-
ments and tide over the initial period of no
returns. The cost of land, buildings, &c., was
to be met by ten annual payments, the first
not being due until a remunerative crop had
been harvested.
Colonisation by means of the " Ready-made
Farm " is to-day an idea in its infancy. It may
mark an epoch in the development of Canada.
CHAPTER VII
IN A LOGGING CAMP
Climbing into a forest — Butterflies and burnt trees —
The various climates of British Columbia — Asleep
on a log — Our arrival at the camp — Exploring the
skidway — Disconcerting experiences — The falling
tree — An invitation to supper — A strange and silent
meal — " Pass the carrots " — A race of semi- wild cats
— Ten fluffy black kittens — Furtive philanthropy —
Sleeping on the floor — An early-morning toilet —
My personally-conducted tour — The terrifying cable
— Meeting a rushing log — Preoccupied toilers —
Shrieking donkey engines — Opening up a new road
— A sorely tried hook-tender — Buckers and snipers
— How I nearly broke my spine — Tree-felling des-
cribed— The gold-miner's story — A backwoodsman's
shack — An arrival of venison — The logs' last
journey.
CROSSING to West Vancouver in a petrol
launch, my brother and I climbed into the
forest on a mammoth ladder two miles high.
That, at least, is what it felt like to be tip-
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toeing from sleeper to sleeper up a cable rail-
way that ascended the mountain at a precipitous
gradient.
There was no side space to afford one's feet
the relief of even ground. Only to the breadth
of the sleepers had that avenue been carved
through the timber jungle, which was aglow
with the bronzed and golden foliage of autumn,
the vivid greens of cedar, fir, and hemlock,
the silvery mosses on fallen trunks that pro-
truded amid sub -tropical undergrowth, and the
towering black relics of burnt trees standing
stark against the sky — gaunt monuments of a
forest fire which swept the mountain -side some
thirty years ago.
It was hot summer, with butterflies about—
a matter the more noteworthy to us since, two
days before, trudging through a foot of snow,
we were in a region where icicles two feet long
hung from trees and rocks, and where, amid
the clouds, I found a little frozen lake, which
was a picture of dainty loveliness in the white
solitude. And, standing in a garden not many
miles away, I afterwards saw branches assisted
by more than one prop to sustain their burden
of large red apples, while roses and sweet -peas,
in a medley of other familiar flowers, were
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blooming in June perfection. For in
marvellous British Columbia the seasons are
a matter of altitude rather than of the calendar .
Climbing a few miles of mountain, you can
always find hard winter at midsummer ; bask-
ing in the southern plains and valleys — a
district destined to world-wide fame for fruit-
growing— you enjoy sunny summer far into the
winter.
But to return to the physical ordeal, so dis-
tressing to one's instep, of labouring up that
timbered height overlooking the Gulf of
Georgia. After about an hour of it, limp
and perspiring, I lay on a stupendous log, and
fell asleep — to awaken anon in better shape
for resuming my ascent of that pathway of
irregular stairs, which tapered to a remote in-
completeness in the overhead perspective.
At last we came to a little wooden hut,
though it proved to be unoccupied, and with
the door shut. Going still higher, we came
to another little wooden hut — also deserted, but
having a reassuring clothes-line with socks and
a shirt hung out to dry. A little later the vista
opened on a clearing in the forest, where the
railway ran through a scene littered with timber
and untidiness. In the yellow confusion of
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logs and bark and chips, a number of rough
shanties stood inconspicuous. For they were
fashioned out of split cedar, unplaned, un-
painted, and of a common hue with the chaotic
surroundings .
A sturdy old greybeard was at work with
an adze on the line. Elsewhere another
veteran was slowly chopping wood. A bull
terrier, fortunately chained, demonstrated hos-
tility at our approach.
We had arrived at the logging camp. But
where was the foreman, to whom I bore a
letter of introduction?
The greybeard pointed to where the railway
disappeared in the lofty jungle — the foreman,
he said, was away up there. So we applied
our sore feet to further mountaineering. Nor
had we climbed far into the forest shadows
before we found the track obstructed by strange
machinery on wheels. We edged past the
great black thing, and promptly came to the
end of the rails. But, what was of more
moment to us, here was another wooden
structure, whence came sounds of human
shouting, and of blows struck upon an anvil.
Indisposed for detailed explanations were the
half -naked toilers in that busy forge. I
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gathered, however, that the foreman was higher
up.
The railway was succeeded by a log -way,
felled trees being sunk in the ground to form
a gigantic gutter. Along it lay a stout steel
cable, and on one side, a few feet from the
ground, ran a wire loosely hooked to tree-
stumps. We plunged on through the narrow
avenue, made treacherous by moss and mire
and running water.
Presently there occurred an incline so steep
that, to avoid falling backwards, we had to
clamber on all fours. This was followed by
a corresponding declivity, down which we went
floundering at an accelerated pace. Below,
among the rocks and ferns, I heard a tumbling
torrent, which proved to be spanned by a
bridge of huge tree-trunks.
It was a slow, steep, and stubborn climb
up the opposite side of the ravine ; and at last
we came to another piece of machinery, not
inert like the last, but snorting, steaming, and
whistling, with grimy men busy about it —
though the purpose of their activities and
shouting was by no means clear to me. It
was enough that, according to such curt
directions as they vouchsafed, the official I
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sought was somewhere still farther along the
avenue, which now branched at right angles
into a denser region of forest. Here also was
the raised wire on our left, the stout steel cable
lying at our feet, and a second cable, of in-
ferior girth, stretching through the bushes on
our right. But this avenue had no floor of
sunken logs. The way was rugged with stones
and hillocks and the stumps of newly-cut trees .
For long we floundered on and up through
our slit of sunlight in that realm of shadows
and green transparency. But soon I paused
irresolute at the head of a second ravine ; and,
peering down the abrupt slope, we saw the
parallel lines of another bridge spanning a
waterway — great trunks in reality, but looking
mere sticks in the distance. Voices arose from
out the depths, and we heard the echoing blows
of an axe. A minute later, high up I saw a
moving tree -top, while the tiny figures of men
were visible below as they suddenly scurried.
Following a shrieking crescendo of tearing
branches and splitting wood, a tree went crash-
ing down with a report like thunder. And
behold ! it had fallen with precise accuracy
to form the sixth section in that bridge of
logs.
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The sequel was tame. All the men, now
with their coats on, and carrying tin cans, came
helter-skelter up the slope. In the procession
that filed past me so rapidly I soon had picked
out the foreman. Crunching my letter in his
pocket, he bade us follow him ; which we did,
wondering what so much expedition might
signify. Floundering and slipping, but escap-
ing the expected fall, we were hot on his
heels upon reaching the camp, now growing
dim with evening shadows. A big timber
structure had swallowed the procession of re-
turning toilers. The foreman was on its
threshold when, noting that we had paused, he
shot over his shoulder the terse invitation, " I
guess there's room for you."
The interior was bare as a large wooden
building can be. Some thirty dirty men sat
silently eating at a long trestle table. By
gesture, the foreman directed us to fill empty
places that occurred in one line of feasters,
he himself going to the other end of the
opposite bench.
In stepping across the meagre area of vacant
seat, I was so unfortunate as to give my right-
hand neighbour a gentle, but muddy, kick.
At my apologies, his blank astonishment,
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unaccompanied by comment, confirmed a
misgiving that, without preparation or pre-
meditation, I had blundered into a society ruled
by an etiquette of which I did not know the
rudiments. So I glanced about me with the
anxious eye of a novice. Nor, as I soon per-
ceived, was there any need to scrutinise my
surroundings by stealth. No one heeded the
strangers ; all, with gaze fixed on their plates,
gave full attention to the meal that in Canada is
known as supper. A plate and cup and saucer,
with knife, fork, and spoon — all of iron — were
before me. The table was crowded with large
metal pans — of which the contents varied from
baked meat to stewed prunes — supplemented
by large metal jugs.
For half a minute I was uncertain how to
begin. Then I had my clue from a near neigh-
bour, who abruptly put out an arm and
captured a slice of beef with his fork, assisted
by his thumb. I put out my arm and my
fork, and soon had acquired selected samples
of the food within reach. For long the only
sounds were those incidental to eating. But
occasionally the silence was broken by an un-
compromising " Pass the carrots " or " Pass
the tea."
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On leaving the dining-hall, I introduced
myself to the camp storekeeper, whom I dis-
covered in the act of nursing a little black
kitten. Under examination he reluctantly told
me how the mother cat came to be there.
Last year a man was seen walking to the
waterside and carrying a wriggling sack.
Following an exchange of personalities, pussy
was rescued and brought into camp ; and in
this connection I heard of the race of semi-
wild cats which, originating from pets that
stayed behind when logging parties moved on,
now roam the forests of British Columbia, to
the detriment of partridges and other game.
With that strain in the parentage, what wonder
that, as the storekeeper mentioned, he can
catch only one of the ten little kittens that
live under his floor?
After an awkward pause, the storekeeper
stepped to the adjoining shed, and, having
suffered his nursling to depart through a hole
in the wall, he drew from his pocket a plentiful
supply of meat and placed it on the ground.
" Some one's got to feed them," he apolo-
gised, " and as they live at my place the job
falls to me."
Here the storekeeper was called away to
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supply a customer with tobacco, and it chanced
that I took a temporary seat within the shadow
of a wood pile. Unseen myself, I presently
witnessed the slow and casual approach of a
man who, on reaching the shed, went in hastily
and threw something down beside the entrance
to the kitten's covert ; which done, he lost
no time in absconding.
Presently there came loitering' to the scene
another man, whom I recognised for one of
my neighbours at the supper table. He paused
at the shed, and turned to glance behind him.
Then that rough old lumber-jack stepped
inside, and he, too, made his contribution to
the breakfast of ten little fluffy black kittens.
How many other furtive philanthropists came
that way I cannot tell, for, when the coast was
clear, I emerged from my seclusion with the
guilty feeling of one who has stolen a secret.
That night my brother and I lay on the
floor of the store, amid apples, boots, and
canned salmon, having first availed ourselves
of permission to help ourselves, so far as
blankets were concerned, from the stock of
the establishment. The foreman and store-
keeper, who occupied wooden bunks in the
same apartment, warned us before turning out
.:•
WHEN MY BROTHER WAS SKETCHING THE CAMP" (PAGE III).
IN A LOGGING CAMP in
the light that, if we wanted any breakfast, we
should have to rise when they did.
Dawn was competing with night when, open-
ing a sleepy eye upon an unfamiliar scene,
I found the foreman sluicing his face over
a metal basin set upon a box — which done,
and to prepare the way for some one else's
toilet, he emptied the basin through a crack
in the floor.
Thus at chilly daybreak, re-entering the
large wooden shed, we broke our fast with
the same thirty silent men in whose company
we had supped overnight. But not till two
hours later, when my brother was sketching
the camp, did I accept the storekeeper's invita-
tion to go with him and see the men at work.
That he found himself at leisure was due, it
seemed, to a special state of affairs. In
addition to running the store, he had to measure
the logs. But to-day there were no logs to
measure, the men having recently been en-
gaged on the arduous task, always rich in per-
plexing enigmas, of extending their sphere of
operations across a ravine — which circumstance
doubtless explained a certain terseness that
had been observable in the foreman's con-
versation.
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" Getting the first logs to run along a new
skidway is always a job," said the storekeeper,
as we ascended the treacherous avenue I trod
on the previous evening. "Be careful how
you go. Keep out of the way of the cable.
It might stun any one if it hit them."
Ever since we passed the donkey engine,
my eye had been on that cable. Last night it
had lain passive in the slime and mosses. This
morning it was possessed by a spirit of feverish
unrest : now leaping on a quick tension, to
sway and shudder in the air ; now jerking
higher or lower, without the hint of a warning ;
now thumping back to earth, perhaps wide
of where it rose .
"And suppose it broke?" I protested.
" That does happen sometimes," said the
storekeeper. ' You see, when it is hauling
a ten -ton log at full steam and the log fouls
with a rock, something's got to give, and it's
usually the cable. Then the broken ends fly
back, and it wouldn't be nice to be hit by one
of them. But of course the men know when
it's best to stand clear."
I could picture the possibility of standing
clear. What worried me was the impossibility
of keeping clear whilst moving. The trees,
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upright and fallen, barred one's way outside the
narrow width in which that steel cord was per-
forming its treacherous stratagems.
But the storekeeper's words hinted at a
development of which we were now promised
an illustration. On a sudden the cable, with-
out ceasing to leap and sway, became a flash-
ing line of undefined coils, and we perceived
that it was travelling rapidly in a contrary
direction to ourselves.
Simultaneously there was a rustle of leaves
and twigs, and I noticed that the cable of
inferior girth was tearing its way through the
jungle on our right.
' They are connected, you see," said the
storekeeper, " and they run through a winch
half a mile from the donkey engine, which
hauls one in while it pays the other" out."
" And what is this for ? " I asked, pointing
to the thin wire that ran within reach on the
left of the skidway.
" Don't touch it ! " said the storekeeper.
' That's the signalling wire by which the men
on ahead communicate with the engine behind
us. ... Here ! Follow me."
Heedless of thorns, moss, and dignity, I
scrambled after him into the jungle — and only
The Golden Land.
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just in time. Part of a tree, huge and heavy,
went thundering and blundering along the
pathway we had just vacated. Then we
resumed our journey.
After patiently facing danger for half an
hour, my natural optimism induced me to
believe that twenty yards ahead, where we saw
human figures and another donkey engine,
safety awaited us. But the storekeeper said :
" Of course this part is all right. It's when
we get on to the new skidway that we've got
to be a bit careful."
I never felt more like climbing up a tree
to get out of the way. But there are times
when it is best to disguise one's emotions ;
and, making no comment, I pushed doggedly
on.
We spoke to the men when we reached the
head of the skidway ; but, apart from muttered
irrelevancies, they made no reply. Their minds
and muscles were engaged by a log that
was openly defying the shrieking donkey
engine .
There being nothing to detain us, we con-
tinued our journey into the newly-carved
avenue. The last I heard of the busy toilers
was one of them shouting that we had better
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be careful or we might get our necks broken —
an admonition that failed to serve as a nerve
sedative.
Half way down the new skidway we met
the overwrought and gesticulating foreman ;
and it was from behind a stronghold of Douglas
firs that we saw a gigantic log come jerkily
and drunkenly up the incline, butting at
boulders, colliding with trees, ploughing up
fountains of earth and stones, rolling far out
of the appointed course, and smashing and
crashing its way through the thicket.
To see such work on hand, such stupendous
forces in play, makes a man feel insignificant,
feeble, and helpless. At least, I am speaking
for myself — certainly not for the foreman,
whose eyes were on fire with self-reliance and
a determination to win against all odds and
hazards .
" Now that's gone through," commented the
storekeeper, " he'll feel ever so much more
comfortable in his mind. The road will soon
work all right now. Every log makes it easier
for the next. I daresay, though, we shall find
the hook-tender pretty sick."
Five minutes later, when we had come to
the end of the avenue, the hook -tender figured
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prominently in a group of men — known in the
profession as chasers — who were toiling, per-
spiring, and shouting. They had taken off
their coats, they had taken off their shirts, and
they were prepared, I do not doubt, to rid
themselves of any other garment, if only that
would assist matters.
Once get a log on the skidway and, as
we have seen, the cable can do the rest. But
you must first drag your log from among all
the other logs that cumber the ground.
The hook-tender connected his tackle and
bade the donkey-driver put on full power ; but
the engine advanced towards the log instead
of the log advancing towards the engine.
It seemed unkind to be looking on ; so the
storekeeper and I journeyed forward, crawling
and sprawling from one felled tree to another
in that area of mangled forest.
Should I ever belong to a logging camp,
I should wish to be either a bucker or a sniper.
The work of both is free from heart-breaking
hindrances . Into convenient lengths the former
saws the trees ; then the latter chops round
the extremity of each log, to facilitate its pro-
gress on the skidway. We came across two
mossy snipers who, without desisting from
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their invigorating toil, gave us complacent
greetings.
I admired the sure-footed way in which my
companion leaped from one recumbent tree to
another ; but attempted emulation nearly cost
me a broken spine.
" I ought to have told you," murmured the
sympathetic storekeeper, " that our boots have
spikes in the soles."
Finally we came to the felling, which proved
a test of one's nerves and faith. There is a
first feller and a second feller ; and, seated
on a mammoth cedar, we saw how they earned
their four dollars a day.
One would suppose that the solid earth was
the place for a man to stand on while cutting
down a tree. But no; the fellers of British
Columbia begin by providing themselves with
perches. A few deft blows with the axe cut
a notch in the tree several feet from the ground .
That notch receives one end of a short length
of wood a few inches wide and very tough and
elastic. Standing on those projecting spring-
boards— of which the position can be altered,
within a limited radius, by expert feet — the two
fellers, with alternate strokes of their axes,
make a wide, gaping incision in the trunk.
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This is the " under-cut," to control the fall.
Precisely where it will be most advantageous
to lay the tree (it must not fall across a log,
for fear of fracture) the first feller has already
decided. Note him insert his axe in the
" under-cut " and spy along the handle. He
is " sighting," and, if this observation show
the need, he will slice more deeply on one
side or other of the yawning chasm.
" Are you quite sure it won't fall over here ? "
I asked the storekeeper ; for the tree looked
sixty feet high and we were not ten yards
away.
4 We're safe enough," rejoined the store-
keeper. ' That man always knows to half a
foot where he will throw a tree."
Already the two toilers were sawing through
the trunk from the opposite side to the " under-
cut." They stopped; and the first feller,
sweeping back his black locks, and putting
an open palm to his cheek, bawled :
" O-ho ! Look out down hill ! O-ho ! "
The echoes died away, and we all listened
to the silence of the forest.
" Is any one there, do you think? " I whis-
pered.
" There might be a swamper," said the store-
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keeper. " I think I heard one a few minutes
ago. Swampers, you know, go round cutting
things out of the way."
The sawing was resumed. It continued for
several minutes. Then once more the first
feller shouted his solemn warning down into
the maze of trees.
Three more strokes of the saw and it was
swiftly withdrawn. The fellers had leaped to
the ground, and were beating a quick retreat.
The tree was moving, and in the expected
direction, but how slowly, silently, and calmly !
Within the measure of the next three beats of
my pulse, what din and havoc were caused
by the law of gravitation and that thirty-ton
column of timber ! At the awful thud, I
felt the crust of the earth shudder beneath
me.
The experience affects one with a sense of
man's power — and presumption. Nature is
occupied through many a decade in slowly up-
raising those magnificent trees, strong to with-
stand the sternest tempest. But here was that
feller, with his axe and his saw and his bottle
of oil, heeling them over, one after the other,
like ninepins .
I was glad to return into camp. It came
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as a gracious relief to be seated on a rock in
the sunshine, listening while the old greybeard
told me the strange story of his life.
It seemed he had been a gold-miner, off
and on, ever since he arrived as a lad from
England, nearly fifty years ago. He had kept
single for the sake of the gold, on which his
dreams, his ambition, and his energies had
focussed. He had worked for long spells in
logging camps ; he had endured privations on
protracted railway and Government surveys ;
he had spent solitary seasons trapping the mink,
the beaver, and the silver fox. But logging,
surveying, and trapping had been but means
to an end. With the savings he accumulated
in those vocations, he would go back to the
gold-fields and try yet another claim.
" Always with the same result," deplored the
old man. " Others would do well ; but never
me. I could name men worth their hundreds
of thousands who have worked next to me
in the creek. They struck it; I missed it.
Of course sometimes I arrived too late, when
all the best claims were taken. I arrived too
late at the Klondike. But mostly it has been
sheer bad luck. The stuff might pan out just
to keep me going for a few months, but sooner
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or later I always went broke, and had to begin
all over again to get a few hundred dollars
together, ready for another start. It's been
lumbering I've turned to for the last fifteen
years. For when a man's over sixty, he's not
so ready to take things rough as when he was
younger. In these camps you get your victuals
cooked for you, and a roof over your head.
A man appreciates such conveniences when
he's getting on in years."
" Surely you won't bother any more about
g old -mining ?" I suggested.
The old fellow did not at once reply, and
when he did so his head was hanging and
his voice was low.
" It was my seventy-third birthday," he said,
" when I gave up my last claim. Not that
I had any thought it was to be the last. But
when I came in here — well, well, they meant
it kindly — they wouldn't let me do my share
on the skidway. So my job is to stay in camp
and sharpen the saws — out of harm's way. It
set me thinking that perhaps it's time I gave
in. Then I've had another thought — if I'd only
kept all my savings, I'd be a rich man to-day.
But all my life I've been pouring gold into
the gravel, instead of getting gold out of it.
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No ; I won't go back to the creek. When I've
done here I'll have a bit by me — enough to
get half an acre of land somewhere and keep
a few hens. They'll maybe see the old man
through to the end."
For several minutes he filed at his saw with-
out speaking. Then, looking up with a smile,
he said :
" If I had my time over again, do you know
what I'd do? Why, just what I have done.
There is nothing to equal a life in the woods.
As to the cities — ugh ! Sometimes I'll go and
stay at Vancouver. But after two days of it
I get fidgety and have to come away. Why,
there's nothing to do there ! Out in the woods
a man can always find something to occupy
him, if it's only putting a patch on his
trousers, or turning to and washing his
shirt. Come and see an old backwoods-
man's cabin."
He led me into his cedar shack — a simple
interior with a stove and two bunks, one for
himself and one for his dog.
I noted the weapon lying across his pillow.
" Yes," he said, " I always have my gun in
bed with me."
Hearing a sudden commotion, we both went
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hurrying to the door. Two strange sights com-
peted for my attention.
The storekeeper, as I knew, had recently
gone forth in quest of game. He had just
returned, triumphantly dragging a slain deer
that looked as large as himself.
My view of the sportsman and his quarry
was, however, soon obstructed by an ugly
roofed locomotive — clearly the great black
machine I had passed overnight — which was
slowly descending the railway, and hauling a
procession of twenty enormous logs.
Bidding the old man a hurried farewell, I
walked down the two miles of sleepers in the
wake of that remarkable train. The engine
came to a standstill on the picturesque little
pier, but the logs were side-tracked into the
water . With many others, they were afterwards
lashed into a gigantic raft, which a tug towed
away to a Vancouver sawmill.
My outline of life and work in a logging
camp (and in a logging camp situated on un-
usually difficult ground) will illustrate one
never-failing opening for labour in British
Columbia, Northern Ontario, and other districts
of Canada.
A man who has taken up land may find it
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necessary, during early stages of development,
to devote part of his time to wage -earning.
He has his opportunity in the logging-
camps. Lacking previous experience, of course
he will not be engaged as foreman, hook-tender,
or feller. But, if he be not afraid of work,
he will be welcomed into the fraternity of
lumber-jacks, and be paid from ten to twelve
shillings a day.
CHAPTER VIII
FRUIT GROWING IN B. C.
A nonagenarian immigrant — The hand of destiny : a
remarkable story of derelict orchards— An outlaw
and his plush frame — Why Mr. Johnstone's visitors
stayed to dinner — The smothered apple-trees —
Pioneer work at Nelson — A rescued plantation —
The unknown genius — A mining town in a new
character — Sir T. Shaughnessy and the challenge
cup — Apples of juicy sweetness — My lesson in fruit-
packing — " Back-to-the-land " enthusiasm in B. C. —
Orchard of an English lady — From four Ibs. to
four car-loads of prunes — Overburdened trees, and
how they are treated — The testimony of the forests
— My feast of blackberries — Lofty raspberry-canes
— Settlers from Cornwall — Their stages of evolution
— Fruit ranches in exquisite scenery — Searching for
the best location — Profits from orchards — What the
beginner may expect — Hints to intending immi-
grants— The minimum capital necessary — Average
price of cleared land — Blasting the roots — Cost of
a modest house — How to succeed with fruit and
poultry — A warning.
PROBABLY Canada's oldest immigrant is the
Rev. Mr. Johnstone, who arrived at Nelson,
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in British Columbia, at the age of ninety-seven .
He had been there five years when, talking
with me, he stretched forth a hand of bene-
diction towards the red and golden orchard,
where his youngest grandchild— Baby of the
laughing mouth — was picking peaches. Often
in mid -winter, the old minister told me, he
is out upon the veranda ; for he has a Scotch-
man's appreciation of sunshine. A generous
enthusiasm for the land of his tardy adoption
is, however, kept within the bounds of common
sense : " Aye, sir, Canada's a glorious coun-
try, but it isn't Edinburgh."
All of which has to do with the growing of
apples . For, after his successful adventure out
West, the son tried to live with his father in
Scotland. But the call of the fruit and the
freedom was not to be withstood ; and the end
of it was that the father came out to live with
his son in Canada.
And note how curiously a love of horticulture
has moulded the mining career of Nelson's
fruit pioneer. Having won his spurs at rail-
way construction in British Columbia, James
Johnstone accepted a tempting offer to cross
the border, and try his hand at that business
in the mountainous region — infested by bandits
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who objected to trains — where East and West
Virginia abut on Kentucky and Tennessee.
That he succeeded where others had failed was
due to his tact, of which I will give a startling
instance .
The chief of the outlaws was human enough
to take a pride in the photographs of five
relatives he had been inhuman enough to slay.
Johnstone presented him with a plush frame
having five apertures of suitable size for dis-
playing those grim mementoes, and thence-
forth the young contractor had nothing to fear
from the miscreant and his minions.
Meanwhile Johnstone was devoting spare
time to the garden that supplied his table with
small fruits and vegetables, and thereby assisted
him to win a singular reputation. Occasional
visitors to that backward region, and notably
the wealthy owner of its mineral resources, got
into the habit of seeking hospitality at the only,
house where a civilised meal could be obtained.
And one day, in a spirit of reciprocity, that
guest granted his host the free choice of a
coal concession.
Johnstone rode out to make his selection,
and on coming to a ruined shack, and liking
the look of the land for a garden, he wan-
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dered in the scrub, and was amazed to find
the half-suffocated relics of a long-forgotten
orchard. That settled it ; the adjoining terri-
tory became Johnstone's remunerative mine,
and the fruit-trees blossomed again. And in
time, having recrossed the border a well-to-do
man, he made his home in beautiful Nelson,
then merely a mining town.
People said Johnstone must surely be crazy
when, having bought land on the other side of
the lake, he announced his intention to grow
apples there. But to-day, when Nelson is
almost hemmed in by thriving orchards, John-
stone is honoured as fruit pioneer of the district
—a title that sets him shaking his head. And
certainly there are, among his productive trees,
many obviously older than his occupation of
the land : of which state of things the explana-
tion is identified with a coincidence almost
uncanny. For ere he bought the property, he
found there another derelict hut and another
buried orchard.
Of the veritable pioneer, Johnstone knows
only that he was a Swiss and a genius.
Pomological experts have just proclaimed the
discovery that, to ensure adequate pollination
of Spitzenberg, it must be planted in close
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association with the red-cheeked pippin. Now,
therefore, Johnstone understands why he has
taken so many first prizes with his inherited
trees of the former variety, each of which he
found growing next to one of the latter. Now,
also, he understands why, in every hollow of the
old orchard, a Mclntosh was planted — experi-
ence revealing that kind as peculiarly sensitive
to wind.
I tell this story of cultural beginnings at
Nelson because it is typical — in essence, though
not, of course, in detail — of cultural beginnings
elsewhere in British Columbia. At first there
has been local scepticism for the pioneer to
face. Later there has been outside scepticism
for the locality to face.
"• I thought," cried Sir Thomas Shaughnessy
— when pressing persuasion had brought him
to Nelson's first fruit show — " that it was all a
joke about your gardening. Why " — as his
eye roamed over the stages of glorious apples
" these are more interesting than your ores " ;
and, to excite emulation in local orchards,
he straightway went off and ordered a silver
challenge-cup— forgetting in his enthusiasm, as
he afterwards confessed, to place any limit to
the cost.
The Golden Land. 1 Q
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Nelson certainly came as a delightful and
almost droll surprise to me, who spent three
days there some eight years before. For on re-
visiting a mining town one is unprepared to
meet boys bearing superb bouquets through the
streets, and to see real estate offices aglow
with large red apples, not to mention suburban
gardens full of laden fruit-trees and magnifi-
cent flowers.
But the appeal to the eye is, comparatively,
speaking, of small importance. Visiting
orchards in various districts of British
Columbia, I tasted snows and spies of a
juicy sweetness that my memory positively
gloats over. There may be finer-flavoured
apples in the world, but I have never tasted
them ; and, owning an English orchard of com-
mercial dimensions, I can at least claim to have
a palate of some experience.
I watched Mrs. Johnstone pack the carefully
graded apples for market — a privilege I wish
some of my fruit-growing friends could have
shared. In conscientious Canada fruit-pack-
ing ranks as an art ; and for proficiency in
this art that lady has won a gold medal. The
boxes are of regulation size, and are sold in
parts to be nailed together. A supreme
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obligation is so to place the unblemished fruits,
wrapped individually in paper, that they, com-
pletely fill the receptacle, without undue
pressure of upper rows on lower, and with the
requisite outward curve on the elastic top
boards to compensate for shrinking in transit ;
the proof of efficiency being that, on arrival at
their destination, all shall be free from even
the smallest bruise.
At hotels and on trains, the bulk of the
talk is in eastern Canada of dollars, in central
Canada of bushels, and in western Canada of
orchards. When I previously crossed the
Dominion, British Columbia was glorying
merely in its unrivalled timber, fisheries,
scenery, and mineral resources. To-day fruit
is a fifth feather in its cap.
A " back-to -the -land " enthusiasm is spread-
ing through all classes. The merchant has
discovered the delight of living with his family
in choice rural spots amid mauve mountains
and beside lovely lakes ; his joy springing from
a knowledge that the new home, with its sur-
rounding plantation, is not merely pleasant but
profitable. Thus you may overhear a boot
manufacturer debating questions of pruning
with commercial travellers, while the banker
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buttonholes the ship's purser to ask if late straw-
berries do well on a western slope. And note,
as belonging to the genius of Canada, that
clever men in that country successfully engage
simultaneously in several different lines of
business.
At Port Haney and Port Hammond I visited
several fruit farms, including one of sixty acres
planted fifteen years ago, and now owned and
managed by an English lady — widow of the
original proprietor. Concerning her orchard
of prunes, the enthusiastic testimony of a fellow-
passenger gave me, as I was approaching the
district, a preliminary inkling.
One certainly could not hope to see a finer
lot of healthy, shapely trees. The lady bore
witness to their progressive fruitfulness in
vivid language.
" They looked such skinny little sticks of
things," she told me, " when they were put in
the ground. It needed quite a lot of faith to
believe they would produce anything ; and I
remember how excited we all were when we
actually got four pounds of fruit from them.
We also thought it rather fine when we picked
four crates. There was less notice taken when
the four crates became forty ; and by, the time
A CROP OF " NORTHERN SPY " IX AX ORCHARD XEAR PORT
HAMMOND, B.C.
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we were able to ship four car-loads of prunes
nobody took any notice at all." (Goods are
" shipped " by rail, I am sorry to say, in
Canada.)
It was in that lady's other orchard that I
first saw crimson trees — that is to say, apple-
trees so densely and universally covered with
fruit that their leaves and branches were prac-
tically hidden. Besides apples, all one saw
were the palisades of posts that strutted up
the overburdened branches. It was a sight
with which I was destined, during the next
fortnight, to become very familiar ; and in this
connection I may mention that a fruit farmer
of British Columbia, judging by what I saw,
needs to be something of a blacksmith. When
a tree shows signs of splitting in two from the
weight of its crop, a wrought-iron collar is
clamped round the bole ; cases of fractured
limbs being treated with screw-bolts and nuts.
As an alternative, I pointed out, the burden
might be adjusted to the tree's carrying
capacity ; but this suggestion was laughed
aside as involving an unnecessary loss of
revenue — as amounting, indeed, to a gratuitous
rejection of the bounty of Providence. There
was general testimony that these bumper crops
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were of constant recurrence, and that the trees
took no harm from the rude expedients adopted
for holding them together.
At first I was not merely surprised, but a
little perplexed, by the facility with which
British Columbia grows all the familiar fruits
in abundant quantity and of superb quality.
But the phenomenon ceased to seem strange
when I remembered the forests I had seen in
the province, notably some near the city of
Vancouver and on the island of that name.
From a country that produces those immense
Douglas firs, 300 feet high, many of them,
and more than 1 2 feet in diameter, and pro-
duces them, moreover, quite close together, and
amid a labyrinth of tall and luxuriant under-
growth— from such a country anything might
be expected. It manifestly represents a com-
bination of soil and climate capable of supreme
results in the domain of vegetation.
And, talking about supreme results, I must
not forget to mention the blackberries on which
I feasted in the orchard of Mr. Pope, of Port
Hammond — an ex-Cornish miner who com-
bines the nominal duties of district constable
with the lucrative delights of fruit-growing.
We think ourselves very fine people in this
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country, but we can't grow blackberries like
they grow them in British Columbia. When,
from a little distance, I first saw Mr. Pope's
long rows of cultivated bushes, I thought they
were draped with crape, so densely did the
black clusters hang. To be eating those great
juicy berries was to have discovered a new
joy in life.
" But why haven't you gathered them? " I
asked in surprise. ' They are fully ripe — in
fact, I should have thought you had allowed
them to mature too fully for successful mar-
keting."
" We gathered them several weeks ago,"
laughed Mr. Pope. " A very large crop it
was, too, and brought in quite a bit of money.
Of course the bushes go on bearing, but the
fruit is no good now — it has quite lost its
flavour."
What, therefore, those blackberries tasted
like when, according to Mr. Pope, they did
have a flavour, my imagination fails to conceive .
41 We also did very well with these rasp-
berries," my complacent companion added, as
we strolled to another part of the orchard. I
looked at the regiments of new canes in
astonishment. It was the first time I had seen
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raspberries growing to a height that called for
the use of a ladder in picking the fruit.
It seemed that, from another end of the
plantation, Mrs. Pope had noted my apprecia-
tion of the blackberries, and she was so gracious
as to bring the unknown visitor several fine
bunches of her out-door grapes. They do that
sort of thing in Canada. How it would fare
with the complete stranger who casually walked
into an English orchard, and started to ask
questions and eat the fruit, is a point on which
I prefer not to speculate.
That contented couple told me they work
hard and pretty continuously, on their land-
cultivating, spraying, pruning, and picking. In
some seasons they have been visited by. grubs
and caterpillars that played havoc with certain
crops. But I never found two human beings
who rejoiced more heartily in their conditions
and surroundings.
' The life is so bright, so varied, and so
healthy," testified the enthusiastic lady. ' I
simply could not put up with a town after this."
They left England more than ten years ago ;
and in their case emigration did not involve
severance from friends and neighbours. For
they were followed to Canada by a congenial
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group of their Cornish acquaintances, several
of whom are now fruit -farming in the Haney
and Hammond district.
" Of course you all had a little capital to
start with?" I suggested.
" Did we ! " replied Mr. Pope, much amused.
" Who ever heard, I'd like to know, of a
Cornish miner who was able to save money.
No, sir ; we all own a bit of property now —
some more, some less ; but at the start every-
body had to work for wages. Some went
mining, others got work in the logging camps,
several joined the railway gangs — there were
plenty of openings. And the pay was so good
it was easy to put by. a few dollars every month.
Once get a fair start like that, and the rest
follows naturally. You buy a bit of land. You
get a couple of cows and some poultry. You put
in a few hundred fruit-trees and a few thousand
strawberry runners. Very, likely you won't
know much about growing things at first, but
you pick it up as you go along, if you're not
too proud to be taught by your neighbours.
Then after a time your stock increases and you
have some crops to gather. Very likely you
see your way to do a bit more planting — per-
haps buy a bit more land. So it goes on. Ah!
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if those millions in the Old Country only knew !
If they could be made to understand what life
in Canada really means ! Why, they'd come
pouring over here in shiploads."
I travelled hundreds of miles through the
fruit districts, and visited ranch after ranch
situated amid exquisite lake scenery — some on
irrigated, some on non -irrigated, land. Each
rancher, not having seen the other districts, was
exulting over the fact that his own was incom-
parably the best. Kelowna pitied Kaslo ; the
glorious Kootenays seemed positively, sorry for
the Okanagan Valley. One fine young fellow
had certainly paid for the right to believe that
his house looked upon the fairest view in all
Canada.
" I spent £200 travelling all over British
Columbia," he told me, " to find the best
location. Having discovered this place," he
jubilantly added, '* I consider the money was
well invested."
And certainly the west arm of the Kootenay
Lake is a paradise. There are, however,
others.
My investigations left me no room to doubt
that the matured fruit ranch, when run by a
capable and industrious man, proves a fine in-
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vestment. I came across one Englishman — a
very clever Englishman, by, the way — who paid
£2,000 for his large and well-stocked ranch,
on which he has constructed a number of glass
houses ; and his present annual gross returns
precisely tally with his original outlay. I
visited several growers who had cleared over
£100 per acre from apples, from strawberries,
from cherries, and from other fruits. Nay,
one experienced expert had, for several years
in succession, made a net profit of £200 from
less than an acre and a quarter of his orchard.
Of course the intending rancher, who has
everything to learn, must not base his calcula-
tions on any such figures as these. Average
experiences justify him in hoping no more than
that, after the preliminary years of learning and
development have elapsed, he will derive an
annual profit of about £25 per acre from his
trees .
Fruit farmers by desire, if not by, training,
scores of English families are thinking of
migrating to superb British Columbia. By all
means let them go, but allow me to fortify
them with some facts I gathered on their
behalf.
To begin with, each family — unless some
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members thereof are prepared at the outset to
work for wages in other callings — should have
at least £ i , ooo at their command . The average
price of good, cleared, accessible land is
between £50 and £60 per acre, and ten acres
will be desirable, especially if the family pro-
pose to work their way to the economy of home-
produced eggs, butter, milk, and bacon. But
a beginning may be, and usually is, made with,
say, three cleared acres ; and, of course, the
seven uncleared acres will be purchasable at
a price much below the average I have men-
tioned. For upheaving great tree roots is a
slow and costly business, usually done with
gunpowder and donkey engines. And after
the roots are up, sometimes there are numerous
stones to remove.
In the second place, a house must be pro-
vided and furnished, a modest wooden build-
ing (costing about £150) being customary.
Moreover, trees and tools have to be pur-
chased. Finally the family must be maintained
until such time as marketable crops are pro-
duced ; and the cost of living, when one has
to depend on the stores for everything, is
rather high in that country, where, however,
substantial savings are effected under two
j
A FRUIT RANCH NEAR EARL GREYS ORCHARD ON THE WEST ARM OF
THE KOOTENAY LAKE, B.C.
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heads. Expensive clothes, however necessary
in West Kensington, would be out of place in
British Columbia ; and doing without servants
is part of the fun of living in Canada.
Where knowledge is lacking, there must be
a humble willingness to learn from neighbours .
Fruit culture is an art that can be acquired only
by practice wisely, directed. The same is true
of poultry keeping — a pursuit in which the
cocksure novice, who relies on haphazard read-
ing, is almost sure to lose money. But where
plantations are the main interest, and poultry
is a minor one, the necessary guidance, muscle,
perseverance, and patience will result in an
ample annual revenue, the owner's equanimity
being assisted by a knowledge that the value
of his property is constantly increasing.
As a last word of warning, let the land-seeker
beware of the silver-tongued stranger. Many
new arrivals suffer grievous injustice at the
hands of certain real estate agents who, by
their misrepresentations, shed discredit on an
honourable calling.
In dealing with the Government and the
C.P.R., a settler's interests are safe. But if,
as may very likely happen, he contemplates
making his purchase through a private channel,
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let him act under the advice, sought and given
in confidence, of some member of the local
Board of Trade — an association of leading
citizens formed in every urban centre to further
public interests.
CHAPTER IX
AIDED IMMIGRANTS FROM ENGLISH CITIES
Public funds and emigration : a movement in its infancy
— Chief cause of delayed repayments — Visit to Earl's
Court, Toronto — Turning shacks into villas — Ex-
periences of a West Ham man — An early set-back
— Buying his piece of land — What can be done with
£2 a week — Building the house — The delights and
profits of gardening — Another reason why remittances
fail — Strange case of X., the chef— Why he lost
two jobs — On the Athabasca trail — Cooking strange
meats — Six months' illness — Turning the corner —
An Edmonton investment — Unadaptable Englishmen
— Y's quarrel with the farmer — Salvation Army emi-
grants— How to collect repayments : a suggestion
— Z. and his employers.
RECENT years have witnessed the beginning
of a movement which, aiming at direct benefit
to the individual and the Empire, is both
philanthropic and Imperial. I refer to the use
of public money in enabling citizens of Great
Britain, without loss of personal independence,
to remove to Greater Britain.
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The movement is in its infancy. During
1909 the Central London Emigration Com-
mittee and the provincial committees ( including
that of West Ham), contributed only some 600
individuals to Canada's total of 52,901 British
immigrants ; while — to show that contribution
in the perspective of comparison — the Dominion
received, in the same year, 3,911 persons
through the Salvation Army, and 901 boys
and girls from Dr. Barnardo's Homes.
But five years of experimental work afford a
basis for criticism ; and during my travels in
Canada I endeavoured — by visiting families
who had been officially transplanted — to test
the value of semi -Government emigration.
More particularly on one point did I seek
enlightenment, and in a somewhat anxious
spirit.
Assistance had been rendered on an under-
standing that, following an interval of grace,
the emigrant should return the cost of his
transportation in monthly instalments of ten
shillings. How came it — I asked myself — that,
of the total sum due to be returned to the Com-
mittees, only about 20 per cent, had actually
been received? Such, at least, was the figure
given in the latest printed returns available
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when I left England, though it is but fair to
mention the assurances I received from
responsible officials that, since the date of
those returns, the ratio of repayment had con-
siderably improved, and was still improving.
Those assurances closely tally, with a fact
which, understood in a general way in England,
is brought home with special force to an
investigator in Canada. During the industrial
depression that affected the American con-
tinent in 1907 and 1908, Canada suffered a
check in its galloping development, and great
workshops near Earl's Court, as elsewhere, were
temporarily closed. Now, Earl's Court is a
remarkable Toronto suburb that has sprung
up during the past year or so, and is mainly
populated by mechanics and labourers from
London and other English cities. It happens
that a majority of the Committees' emigrants
came under the influence of that depression ;
and, as my inquiries at Earl's Court convinced
me, there we have the chief cause of the dis-
appointing 20 per cent, ratio of repayment.
When I was at Earl's Court, its 2,000 in-
habitants had, almost to a man, outlived the
consequences of that serious setback. The
interesting process of transforming shacks
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into substantial brick or timber houses was
proceeding apace. Nay, the " Shack Town "
of a year before was already a town of villas,
if of villas strangely mingled with nondescript
wooden structures. And here and there the
visitor is amazed to see part of one of those
magnified fowl-houses projecting from an
unfinished villa ; for Canadian example en-
courages a skilful incorporation of the old
home with the new.
A West Ham man made me acquainted with
local usage as it affects land tenure, his
testimony being confirmed by several neigh-
bours and by the Rev. Peter Bryce, who labours
enthusiastically in that happy, and prosperous
community.
" Ain't it all right bein' yer own landlord ?
My ! that's a change from two rooms at
Canning Town, and no nearer ownin' a brick of
it after payin* seven bob a week for ten years
and more . Only, mind yer, we was a long way
from buying our own place at the start. Why,
I hadn't been workin' more than a month, and
jest beginnin' to think I was nicely fixed, when
— bless me, if the foundry didn't close down,
and all 'ands was thrown out. I tell yer, we
'ad it pretty rough for a time — but that's all
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past and forgotten now. Only when the shop
opened agin, and I'd been took back, me and
the missis figured it out that we'd be money
in pocket if we bought our bit, same as every-
body said we ought to. So I give the bloke
five dollars for a start, and after that it was
two dollars a month till the land was paid for.
4 What's two dollars to a man when e's
liftin' forty? That's what they pay me down
at the foundry, and it works out two pound a
week by our money. You've got to earn it,
let me tell yer, but nobody wouldn't mind puttin'
in a bit of graft for two pound a week. It's
not gettin' the charnse of a job, more than
mightbe an odd day a fortnight, and dog's
wages at that — that's what takes the heart out
of any one in the Old Country. A man can
turn round, as you may say, on two pound a
week — nice warm clothes for the nippers, a
bit of finery once in a way, for the missis, and
a good bellyful all round.
" As soon as the land was paid off, ' Now
it's time,' I says, ' to 'ave a nice 'ouse over our
'eads, same as others.' We'd made do up to
then with jest a two -room shack — small, of
course, but wonderful snug in the winter, and
a lot more comfortable than you might think.
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By livin' quiet, and puttin' away a bit every
pay-day, I'd saved pretty nigh half enough
money to buy the stuff, and me and two others
got to work on it, evening after evening, and
very often an hour and a 'alf in the morning.
But the lath and plaster and all the paintin'
I didn't want nobody to 'elp me with. The
rest of the money we're payin' off same as
we did for the land, only five dollars a month
instead of two ; and be through with it, we
shall, by next Christmas twelvemonth. Only
me and the missis was puttin' our 'eads
tergether to arrange if we couldn't pay 'em
two months at a time, and so be through and
done with it in jest .over a year from now.
Then it'll all be our own, and no rent to pay
or nothin', and Sir Wilfrid Loreyer 'isself
couldn't take it from us. I tell you, the missis
don't half begin to fancy 'erself — goes to church
of a Sunday, she does, with the best of 'em ;
and if I might 'appen to step into the parler,
and forget to take off my boots, there's
a pretty 'ow-d'yer-do over me spoilin' 'er
nice noo carpet."
In the present trend of his life, that man
represents hundreds of London labourers now
settled in the eastern cities of Canada. The
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testimony of another West Ham enthusiast was
typical of a new human interest that has been
awakened.
" What d'you think of this ? " he asked, with
blushing pride, as he drew from under the table
a clothes-basket full of small and rather muddy
carrots. " Not bad for a beginner, eh? Before
I come out here, it's a fact I'd never seen what
vegetables look like whilst they're growing in
the ground. I was jest a baby at it; but
this year I've grown two sacks and a 'alf of
pertaters — for we've got a nice bit of garden ;
and you ought to have seen all the cabbages
and one thing and another we've been having.
Then there's a nice lot of parsnips I've got
to dig up before the frost gets hold of the
ground. It's a hobby with me, more than
work — I quite look forward to my couple of
hours in the garden of an evening. Then,
again, it's a big saving not having to buy
vegetables, especially when you've got a lot
of youngsters. And that's another thing about
Canada — it suits the nippers. Our lot's got
twice the go in 'em they used to have, and as
for red cheeks and getting fat, why, you'd
hardly know them for the same. I'll tell you,
Canada's all right . For I've altered my opinion
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from the idea I had soon after we came out,
when the big shops shut down, and there was
a few months when jobs was as difficult to
find, pretty near, as what they are in the Old
Country. But we haven't had another spell
like that for two years — and if we should cop
it again at any time, well, I'll be better pre-
pared, with house and land paid for, and a
dollar or two put by."
Meanwhile then we have, in that depression
of 1907-8, one reason why the assisted emi-
grants were backward in their repayments.
I now come to an auxiliary cause of this
disappointing element in the results of an
interesting social experiment, and an experi-
ment that has otherwise been attended by a
most encouraging success. This auxiliary
cause is, in a word, the absence of effective
machinery in Canada for collecting the money.
Born to small opportunities of education and
culture, and nurtured in toil and penury, the
British working-man nevertheless possesses
qualities of heart and will which, to persons of
other classes who meet him on terms of friend-
ship and mutual understanding, are a constant
source of amazement and inspiration. But
human nature is human nature ; and time, cir-
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cumstances, and an intervening ocean are apt
to lessen the force of an honourable obligation.
One or two instalments will be conscientiously
remitted ; then, in many cases, the ear heeds
silly, but sedulous, whisperings — that the money,
is not expected, that it is not needed, and that
it is not a just claim, since both countries have
been sufficiently benefited (such is the seductive
argument) by the transfer of labour.
There is need of agents on the spot — dis-
cerning agents. Banks and debt-collecting
organisations are ineffective. It is a case in
which business routine must be qualified by
human discretion. Cases of illness and bad
luck occur.
I found X as the respected and well-
established caretaker of a large drapery store
at Edmonton, Alberta.
"Funny work for a chef, isn't it?" he
remarked, with twinkling eyes. " Oh, well, I
was no good at my own profession out here.
I got a job as cook to a club, and at the end
of a month they fired me. What for, do you
think ? I didn't know how to cook ! I tell
you, I couldn't help laughing when they said
that — me having been chef at several West
End London clubs, and afterwards at William
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Whiteley's. It took me a fortnight to find
another place, and hang me if that didn't end
the same way. I didn't laugh this time — it
was getting too serious. Talk about puzzled,
though — I was regular dumbfounded. But I've
found out all about it since, and it only shows
what different ideas you'll meet with in dif-
ferent countries. If you've stopped in many
hotels, you must have noticed how the meat
out here is cooked almost to a piece of leather.
I served those clubs with nice thick steaks just
done to a turn according to English ideas ;
but I can see now that those poor gentlemen,
after what they'd been used to, must have
fancied I was giving 'em raw meat to eat.
" It was lucky I'd saved a bit of my two
months' money, because winter had come on.
That makes everything a bit slack out here,
so if you haven't got a steady job before the
cold weather sets in, you very likely won't find
it easy to get one. However, I put in three
weeks at an hotel, while the other man was
away ill, and when the fine weather came round
I struck a queer sort of job. I joined one of
those Hudson Bay gangs that work their way
up-country along the rivers and across the
portages in open boats they call scows. Our
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trail was along the Athabasca River through
the Grand Rapids to Fort McMurray — more
than 200 miles, and it took us three
weeks each way. There were 140 of us in
the party, but only three other whites, all the
rest being half-breeds.
" We took miscellaneous goods going up,
and came back loaded with furs. It kept me
pretty busy cooking for that lot, but, one thing,
there was always a full larder. Those half-
breeds are very handy, with their guns and
snares and hooks, and I found myself boiling
and broiling no end of queer truck — ribs of
elk, hindquarters of moose, great big fish-
in fact, there I was skinning and cooking a
whole menagerie of creatures I had never seen
before, unless it might be at the Zoo. Every
now and then they'd bring me a bear, which
tastes very like beef. It was good money-
eighty dollars a month, and I could have got
bigger pay still at a job they offered me up
at Fort McMurray. But I heard that the last
cook committed suicide, and that turned me
against it.
" After being nearly five months with the
Hudson Bay party, I fell ill, and was on my
back with dysentery for six months. That was
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a rough time, I can tell you, and if I hadn't
belonged to the Sons of England, I hardly
know how the wife and young 'uns would have
pulled through. When I got my strength
again, I struck this job, where I'm very com-
fortable. Of course that illness put me back
a lot, but I reckon we're just beginning to
turn the corner now. I've invested in a nice
bit of land across the river — 50 feet by 185—
and it cost 275 dollars, which I'm paying
off on the instalment plan at 8 per cent, interest.
We've got a good shack on it, 20 feet by 12
feet, and another one 13 by 10, with a lean-to
10 by 8. Then there's a good well, and a
shed in which I do odd jobs."
The immigrant must, of course, adapt him-
self to Canadian conditions ; and some
Englishmen waste a little time in the process,
as is shown by the experiences of Y- — , who
experimented with many opportunities before
settling down to the carman's job by which
he now supports his family.
*' A friend of mine," Y mentioned in the
course of his disclosures, " was always on to
me to go in for farm work. That was the best
way to earn money, he said, if you didn't mind
having it rough at the start. I wasn't quite so
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sure about it myself, only I thought I'd give
it a trial just to see. So off I went to a
farming job."
" And how did you get on? " I was curious
to learn.
' Well, the farmer seemed a good enough
sort, and at first I fancied we might hit it
together all right. But on the third day, what
do you think he wanted me to do ? There was
a bit of a swamp on his farm — pretty near a
pond, it was — and he'd got the idea in his head
to plough it, if you please, only first of all I
was to go slopping about to get the roots out.
I told him there was no sense in bothering
about a place like that when he'd got better
land all round. But he was regular obstinate
about it, and said I'd got to do it. Got to,
mind you ! I pretty soon let him see he'd
mistaken his man. If he wanted those roots
out, I said, he'd better get 'em out himself
—I certainly wasn't going' in up to my ankle to
please him or anybody else. With that I took
and left him. And you won't catch me back
at farming in a hurry, I can assure you."
On a list of sample names with which I was
courteously furnished by the Central London
Committee, X and Y figured as emi-
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grants by whom, up to the time of my departure
from England, no portion of their loans had
been repaid. Nor in either case is the tem-
porary failure (for I think it will have proved
only temporary) very surprising.
The problem of the recovery of these loans
is one on which analogy may throw some light .
It may not be generally known that the
Salvation Army has become the greatest
emigration force in the world. Of the
thousands of British families who go to
Canada every year under those auspices, the
great majority are not otherwise connected
with General Booth's organisation, to which,
moreover, they lay themselves under no
financial obligation. The Army's Emigration
Department is a sort of Cook's Agency run
in the interests of humanity, those who book
through that channel being assured, along the
line of travel, as well as at their destination,
of uniformed friends who save them from dis-
comfort, hindrances, and loss of money. But
one comparatively small branch of the Army's
work is associated with assisted passages, and
the instructive fact must be recorded that the
Army has secured a much higher ratio of re-
payments than have the Committees. Every
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settled part of the country has its local
corps, and wherever the new-comer may
go, and however often he may shift his
location, the uniformed friends are at hand
to keep him in touch with his better self.
Little wonder, then, that, with increasing
experience and improving organisation, the
Army's satisfactory results under this head tend
to become still more satisfactory. Where
remissness is inexcusable, Colonel Lamb's
department does not hesitate to invoke com-
pulsion. So far, however, no defaulter has
been brought into court, the starting of the
legal machinery having had in each case the
desired effect.
The London and provincial Committees
have at present no organisation of their own
in Canada, and it is impossible that they should
ever have an organisation so widespread and
effective as the Salvation Army. The con-
clusion, therefore, to which I came, when
pursuing my investigations in Canada, was that
efficiency and economy would best be secured
by joint action on the part of the Committees
and the Army. Since returning to this country,
I have made the agreeable discovery, on read-
ing a booklet called " The Surplus," that
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General Booth's organisation has already acted
for the Committees, and other local authorities,
in connection with the recovery of the loans
those bodies have made to emigrants. It
appears that the Army did not secure so high
a ratio of repayments in these cases as in its
own cases ; but since this result was traced to
causes that are capable of removal ( and which,
I imagine, would not survive half an hour's
fraternal conference between the parties con-
cerned), the public may surely count on seeing
an important social experiment go forward on
the lines of greatest promise.
Since I have given typical cases of post-
poned repayment, it is but right I should give
a typical case of prompt repayment.
Z— - also figured on my little list of Central
London names.
" Yes," said the Canadian Northern foreman
at the Saskatoon office where I made my
inquiries, " I seem to know that name. Ah ! "
— on consulting a pay-sheet— " here he is.
Been with us over eighteen months. Good,
steady worker, evidently. You'll find him on
bridge construction, thirty miles along our
road. Never, I see, earns less than fifteen
dollars a week. That's the type of man we
are always looking for."
CHAPTER X
A PLEA FOR TRAINING GROUNDS
Objection to communities— " Sparrow " and " Broncho " —
Interviews at cross-purposes — Mr. Bruce Walker's
story of the loafer— Criticisms from Mr. W. D.
Scott — Case of magisterial indiscretion — Canadian
opinion explained — Unwise emigration during recent
years — Wholesome effect of present restrictions —
English wastrels in Canadian cities — The improve-
ment in 1910 — Lord Strathcona's testimony —
Statement by the Minister of the Interior — Pros-
perous settlers from English cities — A case for
preferential treatment — Wanted, a stepping-stone
— How farmers are lost to Canada — Mr. Rowland's
suggestion — The "green" man's need of three
dexterities — Interview with the Prime Minister of
Manitoba — Mr. Oliver's views — The Londoner's
u mental alertness " — On the Salvation Army's pro-
gramme— Experimental farms of the Federal
Government — Provincial agricultural colleges —
Training grounds in England — Successful emigra-
tion societies — The appeal to our farm labourers.
A LARGE majority of assisted immigrants from
British cities congregate in industrial centres
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of Eastern Canada ; and this, I think, is a
pity. It is contrary to their own interests,
and to Canada's, that they should live in com-
munities— a state that delays their adaptation
to new conditions.
An immigrant from the Old Country neces-
sarily arrives with notions — on points ranging
from how bricks should be carried to the proper
time for meals — that conflict with notions
obtaining in the new country. Assertions by
the dogmatic Britisher, and denials by the
sensitive Canadian, generate an ill-feeling that
only passes away when the new-comer frankly
falls in with prevailing ideas. Then he no
longer hears himself addressed as a " sparrow "
(for Canadians are still sore over the importa-
tion of a bird that has proved a nuisance)
or a '" broncho " (which, being interpreted,
means a kicker).
A larger number of immigrants from our
cities should, it seems to me, seek the wider
opportunities that Central Canada and New
Ontario afford — a view, by the way, that
seemed to receive no very enthusiastic support
from most of the Dominion statesmen and
officials who favoured me with interviews.
They talked about the London emigrant, and
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I talked about the London emigrant, but
it was clear that we had very different human
types in our minds.
" Now, it's no good," exclaimed Mr. E.
Marquette, at Montreal, " sending over a lot
of wastrels and loafers. We only want good,
steady workers."
" Some of the people from your slums," said
Mr. Bruce Walker (Assistant-Superintendent
of Immigration), at Winnipeg, " are quite use-
less. I'll give you an instance. The man
said he was a carpenter, and I found him a
job. Then it came to my knowledge that he
hadn't gone to it, and I sent to ask why.
Because he hadn't any tools, he replied. So
I sent him money to buy tools with. But a
week later I found he still hadn't gone to the
job, and again I asked why. Because he didn't
like the look of that job, he said, and he wanted
me to find him another. So I found him
another job in the next town, but he didn't
go to that, either. I asked what was wrong
this time. He explained that I hadn't sent
him the money for his fare, so how could I
expect him to go ? Well, I sent him the money
for his fare. But a few days later I was com-
municating with him at the old address — would
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he please explain why he hadn't taken up his
work in the next town? Because I hadn't
sent the money to pay his wife's fare ! So
I sent the money to pay his wife's fare. Still,
however, he tarried, and once more I had
to trouble him for an explanation. It now
appeared that he had changed his mind — he
wanted me to find him a painter's job. Then
I paid a personal call on that couple. I saw
the wife. ' Now, my good woman,' I said,
1 that husband of yours hasn't done a stroke
of work since he's been in Canada, but he
has let you slave away at the washtub ' (for
I'd been making inquiries) ' and he has been
spending your hard-earned money in the liquor
saloons .' ' Yes,' she retorted indignantly, ' and
why shouldn't he have his glass of beer? He
shan't go short if I can help it, not for the
likes of you or anybody else.' In the end I
had to deport them."
" Some of the worst people we have re-
ceived," saM Mr. W. D. Scott, the Superinten-
dent of Immigration, " have come from London
and your other big cities. It is quite out of
the question that England should dump its use-
less material on our shores. Indeed, we have
had to enforce regulations to put a stop to
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that sort of thing. As for men who come
into this country under a promise to take up
farming work, and then refuse to go on the
land — well, that is misrepresentation, and if
cases of the sort occur again, we really shall
have to make that in itself a ground for
deportation."
" And in the past it hasn't been limited
to loafers " — to again quote Mr. Bruce Walker.
" Some of your petty criminals have been ex-
ported to this country. Only a few months
ago I read a report from one of your courts,
where two lads had been found guilty of theft.
It was their first offence, and the magistrate
gave them an option— to go to prison for six
weeks or to go to Canada. Really your magis-
trates ought to know better than to try and
use this country as a sort of penal settlement.
But ignorance of Canadian conditions was not
limited to the bench — it was also noticeable
in the dock. For those two young rascals
elected to go to prison."
And in the inquiries that elicited these re-
sponses I had been referring to the carefully
chosen, hard-working men of good antecedents
assisted to Canada by the London and pro-
vincial Committees ! Thus at the beginning
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of my interviews with those officials, we were
hopelessly at sixes and sevens ; though, of
course, before conversation had advanced very
far I made it clear that their strictures did
not apply, since I was speaking of persons
whose selection for emigration was in itself
a guarantee of their industry and integrity.
Let me explain how it comes about that,
at the first mention of assisted emigration,
official Canada utters a note of anxious
lamentation. For several years before the
Committees began their work, the Church
Army and other charitable bodies, acting from
the highest motives, and encouraged by the
free facilities and bonuses given by the
Canadian Government, had been emigrating
our weak and broken men in shiploads, the
humane motive being " to give them another
chance in a new land." When Canadians came
to rub shoulders with these strange recruits
to a busy and strenuous nation, amazement
spread through the provinces — amazement that
passed from indignation to dismay ; and a
public opinion was generated that found
expression when the Federal Government, in
the spring of 1908, enforced its present
restrictions on immigration.
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Now, it came about that, before Canadian
feeling culminated in executive action, the
Committees had already entered the field ; and
thus their excellent emigrants, and the far in-
ferior ones who had provoked official safe-
guards, came under a common classification,
and remain participators in a common
reputation .
One satisfactory feature of the situation is
that the restrictions have raised the standard
of emigrants all round ; and it needs but the
lapse of time before " assisted immigrant," as
a general term, will cease to excite apprehen-
sion. Meanwhile, alas 1 — since deportation
enactments are not retrospective in their
application — the undesirables who arrived a few
years ago still wander about the streets, and
haunt the saloons, of Toronto, Montreal, and
other cities — dilapidated idlers, content to live
by cadging ; wily practitioners on the com-
passion of kindly folk ; men whose nearest
approach to work is, occasionally, to tend cattle
on ships and trains ; a vagrant breed wholly
out of place in Canada's population of workers :
their presence serving as a reminder and
a warning.
That the day of the wastrel is past, however,
and that the " assisted immigrant " promises
to prove a factor of increasing value in
Canadian development, the proof is not far
to seek. Reporting from London to the
Minister of the Interior in June, 1910, Lord
Strathcona, the High Commissioner, wrote :
" I am glad to be able to add that the class
of immigrants now pouring into Canada is, I
am assured, of a most excellent character."
Let me quote later, and still more positive,
testimony. In an interview with which he
favoured me in October, 1910, the Minister of
the Interior (the Hon. Frank Oliver) said :
" The immigrants that we have received this
year have fully realised the expectations we
based on our restrictions. They have been
thoroughly satisfactory — certainly in no pre-
vious year have we had a finer contingent from
Great Britain."
Nor, it is interesting to note, have they often
had a larger contingent. Indeed, in 1910,
for the first time, the number of persons who
emigrated from Great Britain to Canada ex-
ceeded the number who emigrated from Great
Britain to the United States.
During my explorations in Manitoba, Sas-
katchewan, and Alberta I happened upon many
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prosperous farmers who a few years ago were
urban or suburban members of the English
working classes. Nay, among them I found
some of the leading prize-winners in grain-
growing competitions — a circumstance appar-
ently identified with a readiness (not always
observable in a lifelong tiller of the soil)
to devote time and thought, and apply orig-
inal methods, in preparing a fine, loose, level
seed-bed.
A small proportion of the West Ham Com-
mittee's emigrants have, I am told, gone on
the land, where they are making satisfactory
progress. I would like to see the process of
selection directed more definitely to the dis-
covery of men and couples who, swayed either
by early antecedents or an educated preference,
are anxious to take up agriculture, first by
hiring themselves to established farmers, and
afterwards by entering for their own home-
steads . Farming affords the new-comer a surer
prospect of securing a substantial financial foot-
ing (as the reward, be it remembered, of hard
work and perseverance) than any other calling
he is likely to adopt.
The fact that, in the first years, farm work
yields a smaller return than factory work need
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not, it seemed to me, prevent this development,
though it is a good argument for preferential
treatment in the repayment of loans. The
average sum due from the 54 emigrants
(representing, with their dependents, 123 per-
sons) assisted to Canada in 1909 by the West
Ham Committee was £15 ios., the loans
fluctuating between £78 2s. and £i ios. and
being repayable therefore over periods varying
from three months to thirteen years. Thus it
would introduce only one new variation into
a situation already full of variety if, in the
case of emigrants who go on the land, the
rate of repayment were fixed at five shillings,
instead of ten shillings, per month ; though the
scope of that concession could be limited to
five years, from which term the balance of the
loan might justly be repayable in monthly
instalments of £ i .
It is desirable, moreover, that there should
be, in Canada, some machinery for introducing
city emigrants to the soil. Farmers show no
unwillingness to hire " green " men, whom they
agree to instruct in the simple principles of
prairie grain growing. But often enough,
being busy workers and untrained in the
teacher's art, their criticism of the novice
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assumes a vehement form which, if his tem-
perament errs on the side of sensitiveness,
occasions his prompt withdrawal from the
tilled field.
Discussing with me this aspect of the situa-
tion, Mr. Charles F. Roland, Commissioner of
the Winnipeg Development and Industrial
Bureau, threw out a suggestion — as one that
was receiving the attention of his colleagues —
for establishing a practical agricultural recruit-
ing ground, where the Londoner could be
taught to milk a cow, drive a Canadian plough,
and harness a Canadian team. Less than a
month's tuition and practice would, Mr. Roland
pointed out, equip the right sort of man with
those three dexterities ; and, armed with a
certificate of proficiency, he would embark on
his new career with confidence, and be enabled
to receive better wages than a " green " man,
at the outset, is in a position to command.
The only question on which Mr. Roland and
his colleagues were doubtful, it appeared, con-
cerned the authority that might properly be
asked to defray the initial cost of this inno-
vation. Nor was it possible to encourage a
hope that the British Government would feel
moved to act in the matter.
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Being privileged, on the following day, to
discuss questions of colonisation with the Hon.
R. P. Roblin, I mentioned this proposal for
establishing a stepping-stone between the cities
of Great Britain and the soil of Canada.
" By all means," replied the Prime Minister
of Manitoba. " That seems an excellent idea.
Everything should be done that will bring
people on to the land. In this province alone
we have 20,000,000 agricultural acres await-
ing settlement. We therefore could absorb,
and should welcome, a quarter of a million
of your people if they were prepared to take
up farming, in which pursuit they may feel
assured that industry will yield a rich reward.
But I may tell you at once that, in my opinion,
the cost of such an establishment as you
mention should not fall on the Government of
Manitoba. The benefit would not be restricted
to any one province, and therefore the charge
should be defrayed by the Federal Govern-
ment."
Nor did I fail, on arriving at Ottawa, to
ventilate this matter further in my interview
with the Hon. Frank Oliver, Minister of the
Interior, who is responsible for moulding and
carrying out the Dominion's immigration
policy. He, too, thought well of the sugges-
tion. "But," he added, "it is not for the
Canadian Government to establish an institu-
tion of the sort. Our policy is to hold out
open arms to your agriculturists, who are, in
our opinion, the finest in the world. We want
the English and Scotch farmers to come over
here and teach us how to farm. For us to
set up an institution for teaching Englishmen
how to farm would be entirely to reverse the
position. Besides, ' once a city man, always
a city man ' is, I am afraid, the rule."
That a landward tendency was manifesting
itself in our city population, though more
particularly in the middle class, and that
Londoners had been largely recruited from
rural districts, were points I ventured to
submit, coupled with allusion to the many
Cockneys whom I had found as prosperous
farmers out on the prairie.
' Yes, yes," conceded Mr. Oliver, " I know
there is much to be said from that side of
the question ; and please understand that we
do appreciate what I would call the mental
alertness of the Londoner — a quality which no
doubt, when he takes up farming seriously,
not merely carries him through, but may well
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give him an advantage over agriculturists
whose intellectual antecedents, so to speak,
have been more restricted than those he has
enjoyed. Still, having regard to the declared
policy of the Government, we must leave it
to others to provide improved avenues, and
initiate fresh facilities, for transferring people
from the towns of Great Britain to the land of
Canada. But the difference between us is,
after all, largely one of point of view. The
promoters of emigration on your side, and the
promoters of immigration on our side, are
moving towards a common goal. We are
working at the problem from our end ; you
are working at it from your end."
Finally, I mentioned the proposal for a train-
ing ground to the gentleman who guides the
Salvation Army's immigration work in Canada.
" How curious," he exclaimed, " that you
should bring that suggestion to me ! We have
thought of the same thing. It is on our pro-
gramme to establish such a place."
He was not in a position to enter into details ;
but later inquiries enable me to foreshadow the
establishment by the Salvation Army of train-
ing grounds in Ontario and Manitoba, it
being thought, moreover, that the Maritime
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Provinces are not without possibilities in this
direction .
I make the foregoing announcement with
great satisfaction. These training grounds will
put a finishing touch to Canada's admirable and
widespread system of agricultural education.
From the Atlantic to the Pacific the Federal
Government has established a chain of thirteen
experimental farms — institutions that not merely
apply the test of locality to desirable forms
of vegetation, but gratuitously distribute trees,
seed, and knowledge to applicants from among
the general public. Then the Provincial
Governments, besides fostering a love of Nature
and farming in their elementary schools, have
established fine agricultural academies, such
as the Manitoba College at Winnipeg (with
its practical short courses for farmers and
farmers' wives), and the Ontario College at
Guelph (which attracts pupils from England,
Germany, Japan, and New Zealand). Thus
facilities exist for what may be called secondary
and higher education. The Army training
grounds will constitute facilities for elementary
education — for elementary education of a
severely practical form and mainly in the in-
terests of immigrants from English cities who
desire to become Canadian farmers.
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On this side of the Atlantic efforts have
been made to establish training farms for emi-
grants. But the attempt to reproduce Canadian
conditions in England could hardly be very
successful ; and the value of such farms has
been in the direction of testing men's suit-
ability for out -door life rather than of train-
ing them for it.
It will be understood that my references to
the assisted immigrant have not applied only,
or mainly, to persons sent to Canada by
the London and provincial Committees. I
came across many prosperous settlers who had
crossed under the auspices of the East End
Emigration Society, the Charity Organisation
Society, the Self-Help Emigration Society, and
kindred organisations.
Canada makes its official appeal to the
farmers and farm labourers of Great Britain
(and, having regard to the miserable wages
ruling on this side, and the splendid prospects
offered on the other, I am only surprised that
the latter, at any rate, do not emigrate in a
body). Canada, I think, does not fully realise
how great is the number of agricultural recruits
it can receive from among the middle and arti-
san classes of urban centres in the Old Country.
CHAPTER XI
EXPERIENCES OF THE MIDDLE-CLASS LAD
Willie's school days and early prospects — Why he went
to Canada — An unathletic young "tender foot" —
Quotations from his diary — Flying fish, sleighs, and
half-breeds — Arrival in Saskatchewan — Engaged at
ten dollars a month — The shacks — Cleaning, stoning,
and discing — The doctor's prairie fire — Chasing a
wolf — Troublesome cattle — Willie's second engage-
ment— A grumbling employer — Herding steers, cows,
and a bull — First " lessons " in driving — Willie's
service dispensed with — His controversy about wages
— He gets another berth — A day's work in detail —
Willie learns to plough and drive — Left in charge
of the farm — Stacking hay single-handed — Bathing,
picnics, and pleasant Sundays — Willie joins a
threshing gang — Working for ten shillings a day —
An engagement for the winter — His duties as hall
porter — A typewriting and shorthand job — Working
on the railway section — Glorious January weather —
Willie nearly takes up a homestead — Over ^50 saved
in- eighteen months — Willie as I found him — Nine
jobs to choose from.
WILLIE, to look at him, was just an ordinary,
good-natured lad with ruddy cheeks, a slight
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frame, and a grin. For a boy he was singularly
free from conceit and self-assurance. He
seemed to regard the world as a place full of
more important persons than himself, and he
gave one the idea of being perpetually grate-
ful because everybody liked him.
When the time arrived for Willie to leave
boarding school — where he had gained no
special distinction — the question of his future
became a puzzle both for his father and
himself. Willie had never expressed, and
apparently had never felt, any pronounced
preference as between a professional and a
commercial career ; and whether it was
desirable to make him a tailor, an engineer,
a poet, or a fishmonger, nobody knew.
The only hint of a personal bias was that
Willie had sometimes said he thought he
should like to write, though he was afraid
he never could do it. Acting on this
dubious clue, the father installed the son
as a boy clerk — at six shillings a week—
in the office of a learned society ; it being
further arranged that he should read up for
the Second Division of the Civil Service — some
years of that sort of thing not having proved
hurtful to the literary genius of Charles Lamb
and W. W. Jacobs.
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At the examination Willie secured high
marks for his essays, but a slovenliness observ-
able in other subjects — notably as regarded the
bottle of ink he upset over his arithmetic
papers — caused him to be plucked.
Grinning contentedly to himself, he set to
work with renewed diligence to get through
next time. But there was destined to be no
next time.
Willie's brother developed lung weakness ;
and in Willie's case, as a measure of preven-
tion, the healthy life of Canada was prescribed.
In no wise put out by the altered current of
his affairs, Willie set sail from the Old Country,
on March 19, 1909, with a few pounds in his
pocket, and with no policy more settled than
to accompany a certain Mr. and Mrs. R
as far as they were going.
Willie had never been one for cricket or
football — indeed, besides a little pensive
angling, and an occasional spin on his bicycle,
he indulged in no sports. He was a quiet,
fireside sort of boy. In him the Dominion
received a young " tender foot " if ever there
was one.
Now, Willie happens to be a friend of mine,
and accordingly I made a point, when in
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Canada, of looking him up. What is more,
having a mind to take a holiday, Willie accom-
panied my brother and myself for a fortnight
of our further travels — during which time I
persuaded him to lend me the diary he had
kept since leaving England.
Written with candour, and a capacity for
simple literary expression, this diary affords
an instructive record of the experiences likely
to befall middle-class lads who seek their
fortunes in Canada. Therefore, with Willie's
permission, I am going to reveal, in Willie's
own words, what happened to Willie.
Over the journey we may pass lightly. ' I
came on deck a'fter breakfast," he tells us,
" and on reaching the top of the stairs, I saw
before me the New World. It was raining
fast. The sky looked grey, the sea looked
grey, and the land looked cold and unwelcome,
It was one of the islands at the entrance to
Halifax harbour. . . .
" Next morning we entered the Bay of
Fundy, and while pacing the deck I saw a
flying-fish fluttering over the grey waters."
Landing at St . John, he got on the train . ' The
railway carriages and engines seem very
different from thase in England. The engines
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are bigger, and each has a large headlight,
and a big bell that is rung on passing a cross-
ing. . . . Next morning we were passing!
through a part of the United States — the State
of Maine. . . . On Tuesday morning we
stopped for a time at North Bay, Ontario, and
thus were able to go into the town and get a
good breakfast. The majority of the houses
were of wood, prettily painted and differing
in size and architecture. Snow was still on the
ground, and horses with tinkling bells on their
harness were drawing sleighs about. . . . We
stopped soon after at a little village in the
middle of the forest. Some half-breeds were
passing, and also a sleigh drawn by three
Eskimo dogs."
Arriving in due course at Earl Grey, Sas-
katchewan, Willie spent a few days assisting
Mr. and Mrs. R to get their shack into
shape. " The shack," he notes, " is an unpainted
wooden building, consisting of two rooms, one
20 by 12, the other slightly smaller. There are
no fireplaces like those in England, but big
stoves that burn wood."
Willie met several farmers of the neighbour-
hood and told them he wanted a job. " I
arranged," he records, " with young John S
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to work for him for ten dollars a month. His
shack is 1 2 by 8, and also built of wood, with
turfs on the roof.
" Our first occupation was to bag grain and
put it in the stable . Next we cleaned it, putting
it through the fanning machine to separate the
wheat from other seeds and dirt. After that
it was dipped in bluestone — a deadly poison — to
rid it of all smuts. Two half -days we spent
on a field about four miles away, picking stones
and carting them away. Two other half -days
were spent in discing a field near the shack.
The mornings were very cold, and work on
the land could often not be started until after-
noon. In addition to the frost we had some
snow. One of the horses is a white broncho
that strongly objects to work at the discs.
" April 1 8. We spent the morning repair-
ing a fence to protect the hay. Yesterday,
evening we drove a man over to the doctor's,
where he worked. It seemed that the doctor
had attempted to burn a fire-guard round his
house, but a wind had sprung up and carried
the fire right across the prairie. As we neared
the doctor's house, which is about 3^ miles
from Earl Grey, we had to pass right by a
part of the fire. . . .
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" April 20. I put thirty dollars into the
Savings Bank Department of the Northern
Crown Bank. . . .
"April 2 1 st. In the early morning there
were several blizzards. In the afternoon we
drove over to Mr. S senior, and spent the
afternoon at his place. On our way back we
saw a wolf following one of Mr. S 's calves.
We gave chase, and kept it up for some time,
but our buggy did not go as fast as the wolf
and we never got within revolver shot. John
S carries such a weapon with him. . . .
"April 22nd. Twice during the day we have
had to drive away the cattle of neighbouring
farmers. For the last week or so they have
paid repeated visits to our hay. Among the
methods we have tried for getting rid of them
are blank cartridges, wire fencing, sticks, stones,
and Jack, the dog. The last is the most
effective. . . .
" May 3rd. As the boss had to plough and
disc and seed some land on a homestead about
2| miles north of the town, and as the work
would take about a fortnight, we went up there
and stayed, living in the shack and putting up
a rough shelter for the horses .... From this
shack, which is on a slight elevation, a good
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view can be obtained. The distant blue-look-
ing prairie appears very much like the sea,
and the dark-looking lines of bluffs resemble
rocks. At this time of year many, farmers are
burning the stubble off their land, and in the
evening streaks of red flames are to be seen
in all directions.
" May 1 2th. In the evening a man named
Rackpool drove up and said he wanted a hand
on his farm. John S then told me that,
after my month was up, he would not be able
to pay for any more help until harvest.
Rackpool said he would give me ten dollars a
month, and wanted me to herd cattle. I had
a very vague idea what that meant. He said
he would probably keep me until harvest, so
I agreed to go with him. . . .
" Rackpool came for me in his buggy. He
said he could not take my box, but would
send for it soon. We did not arrive at his
place until the evening. He has 320 acres
and a nice house. . . ,
" I stayed there for a little over a fortnight.
Rackpool was always grumbling at me. He
made no attempt to get my box, and I found
it very difficult to get a good wash. On the
other hand, I had a bed, and a bedroom to
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myself. We got up at 5 a.m., and while
Rackpool milked the cows, I fed and cleaned
and harnessed the horses. Then I cleaned out
the stable, and took the pig a pail of swill and
shorts . At about six we had breakfast . Then
I took my dinner in a box and drove the cattle
out. I had to follow them round everywhere
they went, and keep them from getting into the
wheat crops . There were about twenty of them
— cows, steers, calves, and a bull. They made
a point of giving me as much trouble as
possible. However, the work was fairly easy;
but I was learning nothing about wheat -
farming.
' When I had been there a little over a
week, the cattle were put in a large pasture
of which the fences had just been repaired.
Then for a few days I helped Rackpool cart
piles of stones from around the fields to where
a milk-house was to be erected. I also tried
my hand at driving, but Rackpool used to stand
in the wagon behind me, and every minute
he would be grumbling and yelling at me ;
so progress was slow.
"May 3 1 st. After dinner I went to ask
him what I should be doing while he was
away, for he was going to drive into Earl
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Grey. He told me I had better come with
him as he had no further use for me, because
I could neither drive nor plough properly.
When he engaged me he asked if I had done
any ploughing or driving, and I said, ' No.'
" He said he would pay me five dollars for
the fortnight I had been with him. As he had
engaged me for so much a month, he ought
to have paid me the full month's wage — ten
dollars. We had a little argument about the
matter, but I could not get the other five
dollars from him."
Willie was out of a job for three days, and
those three days he spent in " doing some
ploughing for Mr. R ."
The new engagement — once more at ten
dollars a month, plus board and lodging— was
with Mr. H . " There is a Mrs. H " we
learn, " and three small children. The shack
is two-roomed, and built of wood. There is
a large stable that has room for eight horses,
two cows, and calves. Four of the horses
belong to Mr. A , who lives on the next
quarter-section, and is in a sort of partnership
with Mr. H. He also has a young chap newly,
out from England, and commonly called Jack."
Our diarist mentions the heat and the mos-
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quitoes. When he has been with Mr. H
about a month, he sketches the " daily routine
of work " as follows :
' 5 a. 111-5.30. Rise, milk cows, feed and
clean down horses. Mr. H usually milks
while I attend to the horses. About 6 a.m.,
have a wash and breakfast. After breakfast
I saw wood and get water from the well, while
Mr. H harnesses the horses. At about
7 a.m. we commence work on the land. This
has chiefly consisted of breaking the prairie
for sowing with wheat next year. When the
land had been disced and harrowed, I painted
the house. Afterwards I did some drag-
harrowing, and later on I disced an extra piece
of land on which oats were hand sown, as the
drill had been returned.
" But to come back to the breaking— we
have four good horses and a sulky plough. At
first Mr. H. did all the ploughing, while I
walked behind, kicking down any bits of
earth that had not fallen properly, and
eradicating stones with a pick or crowbar.
But after a time I did a round or two on the
sulky, and am gradually becoming more pro-
ficient in the art of driving a plough. It
certainly is an art.
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" When you start a furrow, there is a lever
to press down with the foot. Then there are
two other levers— one on the right and one on
the left. These have to be manipulated, and
there are also the reins to hold, and the whip.
It can therefore be seen that at least half a
dozen hands are necessary. I have only two.
Then one has to keep one's eyes on the four
horses, on the furrow wheel, on the furrow
itself, and on— everything else.
" This morning I have been ploughing alone
while Mr. H went to visit a neighbour. In
the afternoon I cleaned out the well and banked
it round. But to return to the programme.
" At noon we come in to dinner, first un-
harnessing the horses and putting them in the
pasture. After dinner, I clean out the stable,
bring up the horses' feed, and harness them.
Then work goes on until 6 p.m. At this hour
we come in from the fields, unharness the
horses, and give them oats. Tea is the next
item on the programme, and afterwards the
horses are turned out and the cows brought
up to the stable and milked. This I usually
do. Then any odd jobs are done, and the
day's work is over. I usually end up with a
wash, and am then ready for bed."
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Our Willie, it will be noted, is learning to
do things. Subsequent pages contain these
items : " I built a pig pen of poplar poles
and turf " ; " Busy helping to load the wagons
and stack the hay " ; "I broke the axe-handle
while chopping wood " ; " While I was driving
the rake, something went wrong with the
whipple-tree " ; "I drove in to Bulyea in the
morning."
Nor is evidence lacking that our young friend
was found worthy to be left in charge of the
farm : "Mr. H , Mr. A , and Jack went
stocking for B . I loaded and stacked the
remaining hay-cocks— two big loads. Heavy
work, haying alone ! I also found it very hot,
and the mosquitoes were a regular nuisance.
While hauling the first load Jolly and Bess
nearly upset the wagon. The cows and calves
were also very tantalising. Marie ate up some
oats while I was driving Codlin home."
Next day the distribution of labour was
apparently reversed, for we read : " I went
and did some stocking for B ."
One is relieved to find, from a brief entry
here and there, that recreation was not entirely
neglected. Several times there is mention of
a " jolly picnic " at one or other of the neigh-
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bouring farms. Often this item occurs-: " Had
a bathe with Jack in the big lake." Pleasant
Sundays spent with his friends Mr. and Mrs.
R seem to have been the rule.
Five months have now elapsed since Willie
arrived in Canada. At about this time, it is
clear, he recognises his fitness to earn proper
wages . We read :
" At the end of my three months' work
with Mr. H I left, and set out to
get work on a threshing gang. Managed
to strike Johnson's gang, Monday, Sept. 6th,
and was hired at two and a half dollars
per day and board. The first afternoon
I did pitching. It seemed a very long after-
noon's work, and I was pretty tired at the
finish. Then for two days I drove a team.
. . . Gradually I got more used to the work,
although I was about the slowest pitcher there
was. . . . We dined in a canvas structure on
wheels, which was drawn from farm to farm
by oxen. There was a sleeping caboose
attached to the outfit, but most of the English-
speaking party preferred to sleep outside of
it."
Willie remained in the threshing gang long
enough to earn sixty-three dollars (over £12).
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" Then," he writes, " I walked into Bulyea to
look for work for the winter. I got a job
at the hotel to dig a cellar for one dollar a
day and board. . . . One night I worked an
hour and a half overtime, and altogether I
earned 13 dollars 37 cents."
Afterwards, rather than be idle, he became
porter at the hotel for ten dollars a month, with
board and lodging. Here is his entry for
Christmas Day :
" As usual, I got up at 4.30 a.m., and went
down to the station. It was a glorious morn-
ing ; clear and frosty and moonlight . On
returning from the station, I lit the kitchen
fire, drew some water, fetched in some coal,
and ground some coffee. Then I attended to
the furnace. At about 6 o'clock I called Rosie,
the cook. She did not come downstairs until
7.30. Between 6 and 7.30 I dozed before
the kitchen fire. Between 7.30 and 8.30 I
got my breakfast, and then waited at table.
After breakfast I again attended to the furnace,
and then, taking my broom, I commenced to
sweep out the two sitting-rooms, the stairs, the
hall, and the washroom, and afterwards dusted
the furniture in these rooms. I then went
upstairs and cleaned up. This done, I fetched
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in more coal and water. I next took some
hot water up to, my room and had a good wash .
When I came down, I helped Carl set the
table, and then, when dinner was ready, we
both waited at table and then got our own
dinner. It consisted of turkey with cranberry,
sauce and cabbage salad and two vegetables,
followed by mince and apple pie, and ' Char-
lotte ruste,' a Yankee dish, very nice, but still,
not plum-pudding. Dinner over, I cleaned out
the dirty dishes in the kitchen and swept up
the crumbs. Then I fetched in more water,
coal, and wood. My day's work was now done,
and I had got the Sunday off . . . . On Sunday
we went to church in the afternoon. There
was a big congregation. A baby was
christened."
At the beginning of the year, the hotel
proprietor heard of some one who would act
as porter and also, on occasion, serve in the
bar (which Willie positively refused to do).
So on Friday, January 1 4th, we find our young
friend working in a inew capacity. He had been
engaged to do shorthand and typewriting for
five dollars a week.
" Typing seemed very strange," he men-
tions, " as I had not practised it for so long.
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But the shorthand was easy, as I had kept in
practice by taking down the sermons in church
of a Sunday. I had a very easy time. I
reached the office at 8 o'clock, but Mr. M
did not arrive until nearly i o. So after lighting
the stove and sweeping the floor, I had a lot
of time for practising typing."
On the following Tuesday, he wrote : " I
find myself getting more proficient in typing,
and to-day I copied quite a number of
by-laws. . . .
'When my week was up, Mr. M said
he would pay me one dollar a day if I cared
to stay on. Well, I had heard that there was
a man wanted on the railway section, and as
the pay was one dollar seventy cents a day,
I thought I would take it on . On Friday night
I saw the section foreman and made arrange-
ments to come on Monday. . . .
" Monday, 24th Jan. Started work on the
line. It seemed very hard at first, and the
wretched influenza which I thought I had
thrown off showed itself when I began to do
muscular work."
Soon he sounds a more cheerful note : " All
this month " [January] " the weather has been
superb. In fact, with the exception of a few
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days, there has been no severe winter weather
at all as yet. These last few days everybody
has been going about without overcoats or
gloves. Bright clear days with brilliant warm
sunshine."
Willie remained working on the section from
January until the day of my arrival in Septem-
ber, when he resigned from the gang. But
his long course of strenuous toil had been inter-
rupted by one short spell of leisure. Under
date of April 1 5th, he wrote : " Got one of
my fingers crushed under a rail and the
nail rooted out. So I decided to take
a few days off to see if I could find a nice
homestead."
Following some long tramps, he alighted
upon a quarter-section to his liking, and paid
the customary ten dollars to secure it. How-
ever, after he had returned to his labours on
the C.P.R., a Government official wrote return-
ing the ten dollars and explaining that a mistake
had been made, since there was an earlier
entry for that particular homestead.
On second thoughts, Willie decided that
perhaps it would be premature for him to
take up his own quarter-section ; and when I
saw him he had invested his savings (over £50)
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in certain town sites for which he anticipates a
rosy future.
The raw and weedy youth who left England
eighteen months before had become a strong
and self-reliant man. There was only a bright,
wholesome grin to associate the new Willie
with the old Willie.
Our paths parted at Edmonton, the hand-
some and prosperous capital of Alberta. It
was at breakfast that my brother and I an-
nounced our intention of pushing on. Willie
said he thought it was about time he started
work again.
' What work will you do here? " I asked.
" Don't know," replied Willie.
;< Unfortunately you are a complete stranger
to everybody in this city," I pointed out.
" That'll be all right," replied Willie.
' Well," I suggested, " instead of coming
with us this morning, hadn't you better try
and get in touch with somebody who would
know of an opening? "
" Might be as well," agreed Willie.
We met again at lunch.
" Did you do any any good ? " I asked.
;< Heard of nine jobs," Willie explained.
4 Don't know which I'll take yet. They want
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somebody on a railway, survey party. That
looks the most interesting. But I haven't quite
made up my mind whether to take that or a
job on bridge construction, which is ten dollars
better pay."
CHAPTER XII
THE TWO ONTARIOS
Old Ontario and its origin — Toronto — Agricultural
evolution — Peach orchards, vineyards, and tobacco
plantations — Dairy farming on a great scale — New
Ontario — Why it was overlooked — Its timber and
minerals — Sudbury and Cobalt — My experiences in
Old Ontario — Enthusiastic farmers — The old Scotch-
man's experiment — Guelph College : remarkable
result of up-to-date tuition — Opportunities for farmer
immigrants — "Home" boys — Testimony of Mr.
W. D. Scott — Inspecting the little apprentices — Inter-
view with Mr. G. Bogue Smart — Chat with a
vivacious lady — Her Barnardo Boy husband —
Anecdotes about Sammy — Old Ontario's grievance :
why her sons go west — The Grand Trunk Pacific
line — New Ontario and the Prairie Provinces : pros
and cons — The Great Clay Belt — Development along
the Government railway — The right type of settler —
Adventures of Mr. and Mrs. Jack.
THERE are two Ontarios, and, from the point
of view of the settler, they have nothing in
common . The difference between them roughly
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corresponds with the difference between Eng-
land and Canada. One is an old country,
already populated ; the other is a new country,
inviting pioneers. In rough and ready speech,
one is referred to as Ontario, the other as New
Ontario. In more precise language, one is
Southern or Lower Ontario, the other is
Northern or Upper Ontario.
Originally settled, over 120 years ago, by
United Empire loyalists from the south, Ontario
has long been the most British, the most
developed, the most populous, and the most
prosperous part of Canada. It has made a
great name for itself. It has produced
Toronto, which embraces a population of
350,000 persons and of recent years has
become one of the finest cities in the world.
It has passed through grain -growing to the
higher stages of agricultural evolution. Its
apple and peach orchards, and its plantations
of other fruits, cover hundreds of thousands
of acres. Its vineyards (fancy " Our Lady
of the Snows " having vineyards I) yield more
than 40,000 tons of grapes in a season. It
has learnt how to grow tobacco, and already
produces over five million pounds of leaf. Its
totals of cows and horses, were I to mention
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them, would look like sheer exaggeration on
my part. It possesses more than £200,000
worth of hived bees, and it numbers its poultry
by tens of millions. It contributes two-thirds
of the dairy produce of Canada, and Canada
annually exports about sixty thousand more
tons of cheese than any other country.
But, while achieving all this, Ontario has
been very remiss in one particular. Until recent
years, it completely overlooked nearly three-
fourths of itself. For the Ontario of which I
have been speaking is only that south-eastern,
and boot -shaped, portion of the province which
abuts on the Great Lakes — a mere bit of a
place, not much larger than England. The
part of Ontario that Ontario has only just dis-
covered, so to speak, is nearly equal in extent
to three Englands .
Of similar territorial oversights the recent
history of Canada is, of course, full. 8,000,000
people necessarily cannot spread them-
selves over a country that is large enough,
and rich enough, to support over 100,000,000
people. With two or three hundred acres
to look after, the average man can get
all he wants in the way of geographical ex-
ploration on his own property. When he
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happens to look at a map, he naturally wonders
what certain great areas of land are good for,
but he has no time to go and see.
Then, too, in the case of New Ontario, the
route of the C.P.R. has served as a sort of
libellous advertisement. In an earlier chapter
I referred to the railway traveller's sustained
experience of a country which consists of
nothing but rock. That country is the delight
of the occasional artist who sees it, and the
despair of the thousands of practical men who
constantly pass that way. One recognises a
value in forest land and in open land ; an
expanse of water also suggests useful possi-
bilities ; but rock — more particularly disinte-
grated rock — when it covers the landscape for
hundreds of miles, gives the business person
a headache.
It was perhaps inevitable that New Ontario
should be judged by the sample in sight. But,
as the Canadian people now are beginning to
realise, the sample in sight is no criterion.
That New Ontario is rich in spruce, cedar,
pine, and other valuable trees, has been known
in the lumber world for some time ; and the
number of its logging camps, saw mills, pulp
mills and paper mills is large and increasing.
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That New Ontario is rich in silver, nickel,
copper, iron, and other minerals, has been known
in the mining world for some time ; and the
fame of Sudbury (as the world's chief source
of nickel) and of Cobalt (which yielded nearly
£2,000,000 worth of silver in 1908) needs no
emphasis. That New Ontario possesses some
millions of acres as fertile as any in Canada
has been known for some time to the
authorities, but is not yet known to the public
at large. Therefore those acres — which are
destined to become New Ontario's chief source
of wealth — are now obtainable on terms which
can only be described as reasonable. If you
are single, you can have one hundred acres
for nothing. If you are married, and have a
child or children under sixteen years of age,
you can have two hundred acres for nothing.
Any more that you want you must pay for,
the price being two shillings and a halfpenny
per acre.
No person instructed in the facts can doubt,
I think, that we may read the future history
of New Ontario in the past history of Old
Ontario — that comparatively small stretch of
territory embracing 170,000 farms which, with
their buildings, implements, and live-stock,
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represent a value of £200,000,000, and which,
since 1880, have supplied humanity with
£400,000,000 worth of milk, butter, and
cheese. Figures like that are, no doubt,
vaguely impressive, but Ontario statistics sink
into insignificance when once you have seen
the "Ontario farms and farmers. I visited a
number of British settlers at and near Dundas,
Woodstock, Brantford and Ingersoll ; and it
was indeed pleasant to meet them. They are
as hearty and happy as our own farmers doubt-
less would be were it not for landlords, rates,
tithes, and the English climate. They are sur-
rounded by varied scenery that put me in mind
of Devonshire, Scotland, and the south of
France. They are living under skies which
give them, not a monotony, but an abundance
of sunshine. They are (and I suppose here
we touch the chief cause of their jolly faces)
making fat livings . I think it is a fair summary
of the position to say that they experience the
interests of agriculture without the anxieties.
One was overflowing with enthusiasm about
his new field of alfalfa (or lucerne, as we call
it). Another would not give me any peace
until I had seen and admired the second silo
he had just erected. A third was eloquent
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over the advantage of a daily record of the
weight of milk yielded by each cow. For,
under the fostering care of an energetic Pro-
vincial Government, and the stimulus of 334
agricultural societies, dairy-farming in Ontario
is pushing on from a high stage of excellence
to a higher.
This present-day trend of affairs in Southern
Ontario may usefully be illustrated by the testi-
mony of a modest and magnanimous old
Scotchman.
" I have been on this farm," he told me,
" for fifteen years, but three years ago I handed
it over to my eldest boy. It was like this.
For twelve years I worked the farm and did
well — at least, I was nicely satisfied, and able
to put a bit of money in the bank every year.
But there was all this talk of doing things
a different way than everybody was used to —
how this and that ought to be altered, how
something else was all wrong, and so forth
and so on. I couldn't see it myself. All the
same, I made up my mind to give it a trial.
There was my son Henry that I'd always in-
tended should have the place when I got past
the work. I'd brought him up with that idea,
and I'd taught him to do things according
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to my way of doing 'em. But now I altered
my plans. I made up my mind he should go
to Guelph College — go right through all the
courses ; and then, when he came back, he
should take over the farm, and I'd let him
go his own way without interfering. That 'ud
show us which was best — the old ideas or the
new. I told him before he went, ' Now,
Henry, you're starting all over again, mind,
and it's those college people you've got to
learn from — don't take any notice of what your
old Dad has taught you if they tell you some-
thing different.' Well, when he came back
from Guelph he took charge here, and he's
had charge ever since. And what's been the
result, do you think? Why, each year he's
made just three times as much money out of
the place as I did. Three times, mind you !
It's simply wonderful."
Small wonder that the market price "of
well-appointed farms in Old Ontario is about
£14 per acre. They are excellent investments
for immigrants who have agricultural experi-
ence. They would be unwise investments for
immigrants who merely have agricultural aspi-
rations. The latter may, however, judiciously
serve an apprenticeship on those farms. The
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supply of labour, even of unskilled labour, falls
lamentably short of the demand. The " green "
man who is teachable and industrious readily
commands £2 a month, with board and lodg-
ing. Of British immigrants whose agricultural
aspirations are unsupported by experience, the
great majority are placed (by the Salvation
Army and other societies) on farms in Old
Ontario. It is pointed out to them that, when
they have acquired knowledge, they can push
west and appropriate their slices of the fertile
prairie. Many do so. Others, falling in love
with dairy-farming or fruit-growing, stay in
the populated province.
Nor is Old Ontario a training ground merely
for adults. It receives most of the boys and
girls sent out from the Old Country by various
bodies — by Poor Law Guardians, by Industrial
School committees, and by . the benevolent
societies, of which Dr. Barnardo's is the
chief. These children — the most precious
of Great Britain's exports — are known in
Canada as " Home boys " and " Home girls."
My interest in them had been early aroused
by Mr. W. D. Scott, the Superintendent of
Immigration.
" Of all the people your country sends to
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Canada," he said when visiting me in the
steerage of the Empress of Britain, " the
children are, from many points of view, the
most valuable. They have nothing to unlearn.
We receive them at the impressionable age,
with their characters still unformed. Their
ideas receive the Canadian stamp. They
become Canadians from the start."
Each boy is apprenticed to a farmer, and
is periodically visited by a Government in-
spector, who sees that the little chap is properly
clothed and fed, that he attends school
regularly, and that the farmer treats him with
kindness. Dr. Barnardo's Homes, and the
other institutions, have their own independent
staffs of inspectors, whose sole function is to
pay surprise visits to the little agricultural
apprentices .
At Ottawa Mr. Scott introduced me to his
Chief Inspector of British Immigrant Children
and Receiving Homes, Mr. G. Bogue Smart,
than whom I never met a Government official
who took a more enthusiastic interest in his
duties.
" It's the most wonderful work of the age,"
he declared. ' Think how handicapped the
poor little fellows would be if they remained
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in the Old Country. And see how splendidly
they turn out in the new country. No other
class of immigrants shows anything like the
same ratio of successes. More than 95 per
cent, of these boys prove quite satisfactory.
What is more, fully 7 5 per cent, of them remain
on the land. Perhaps I ought not to say so,
but really I feel that the present system of
inspection is immensely valuable. It shows
a parental interest on the part of the State,
and that not only has a fine influence on the
boy, but it impresses his employer with the
necessity to take care of him. In rare cases
a farmer is tyrannical, and the lad is at once
removed ; but the great majority of farmers
and farmers' wives treat the boys like their
own sons. Here," he added, taking up a docu-
ment, " is a recent return dealing with 1,719
boys visited by our inspectors, who report that
1,671 were in ' very good health,' 40 in ' good
or fair health,' and only 8 in ' indifferent or
unsatisfactory health.' '
" And you have no difficulty in finding good
homes for all the children? " I asked.
Mr. Smart smiled.
" Why," he exclaimed, " the supply falls
ludicrously short of the demand. Here are
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some precise figures : During the past nine
years we received 19,034 child immigrants,
and during that period we received 130,825
applications for children. Obviously there re-
mains very little prejudice against these young-
sters. That prejudice was based upon theories
of heredity and of the influence attributed to
early environment ; but the whole fabric of
fallacies is knocked to smithereens by the facts .
Take this one fact, for instance : during the
past three years, from among all the British
Poor Law boys under the care of this Depart-
ment, there has only been one who was charged
with a criminal offence. What other class of
the community, I should like to know, could
show as clean a record? "
In an earlier chapter I spoke of State-aided
immigration from our cities as a promising
Imperial experiment. The immigration of
these youngsters may be described as a
triumphant Imperial achievement. For the
British Government defrays the cost of the
periodical inspection carried out by the
Canadian Government.
Into the life of a " Home " boy in his early
teens my wanderings yielded an insight.
Among the prosperous Ontario farmers I
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visited was one of whom I gained some
particulars from his wife.
" Yes, it's a pretty farm, isn't it ? " she said,
in hearty endorsement of my praise. " It
cost 700 dollars, which seemed a lot of
money at the time, but my husband felt sure
it was good value. He was right, too, for
we've been able to pay off the last instal-
ment a year before it was due. That makes
it so nice now we know everything is paid for.
My husband just hates being in debt, and I
don't think it's very nice either. I expect him
in directly — I'm sure you'd like to meet him.
He's not a great talker, but he does like seeing
any one who comes from England. Not that
he remembers as much about it as I do. But
of course I came out with my people several
years after he did, and he was only a little
boy when he left."
' The joke was," this vivacious young
woman was presently remarking, " everybody
said I was silly to marry him . My two brothers
and some cousins of ours made quite a fuss
about it. Just as though it was any business
of theirs, too ! They said I ought to do better
than marry a Barnardo boy, as he was sure
not to be steady. That is so funny if you
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know Charles, especially if you also know the
young gentlemen who were so free with their
advice. They all smoke — though I don't think
much of that — but two of them have been
known to drink rather more than is good for
them; and that's very different. Charles
doesn't do either ; and anybody who has seen
their places, and then comes and sees ours,
wouldn't have much doubt who was the best
farmer."
" I suppose they are more reconciled to your
marriage now? " I ventured.
" Oh, yes," laughed the lady. ' They and
Charles are the best of friends, and they all
look up to him — they can't help doing so. But
it always amuses me to think of what they
used to say. -As for my brother Fred — he's
come to believe there's no living creature to
equal a Barnardo boy. He's got one on his
farm, and every Sunday, when my brother and
his wife come to dinner, we are sure to hear
something fresh about their wonderful little
Sammy. He certainly seems to be quite a
treasure of a boy. When my brother is doing
a bit of carpentering, or any other odd job,
Sammy is sure to be by his side, ready to help.
And he helps in the right way , too — Fred
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doesn't have to tell him. One day my brother
was up a ladder, putting some new boards
on the side of the stable, and he couldn't get
a nail out ; so he was just coming down to
find the pincers — but there was Sammy holding
them up for him ! He knew what Fred wanted
almost before Fred did.
" Sammy doesn't talk much," she prattled
on, " but he is so wonderfully thoughtful. It
really used to be a most untidy house — I can't
help saying so — but Sammy has altered all that.
My sister-in-law is rather absent-minded, you
know, and it was nothing unusual for her to be
half the afternoon hunting high and low for
something she had mislaid. Now all she has to
do is to ask Sammy — he always knows where
everything is. But the best joke was when my
brother forgot to shut the stable door. It
wasn't until next morning he remembered that
he didn't do it. Off he went in a great state,
because he knew the calves would be sure
to be out, and most likely he'd find them tramp-
ling down the oats. But, to his surprise, the
stable door was shut all right. Sammy had
seen to that. Then it came out that every
night, after my brother has finished work and
gone into the house, Sammy makes it a rule
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to go round all the out-houses, just to satisfy
himself that everything is all right. Poor Fred
— how we do chaff him ! It does show such a
lovely want of confidence on the boy's part.
As a matter of fact, they've both come to rely
so much on Sammy that goodness knows what
they would do without him. He's such an old-
fashioned little chap, and so unselfish. They
are always saying how much they would like
to adopt him, but I say it would be more
reasonable the other way round. Sammy
ought to do the adopting. I'm sure he's quite
a mother to both of them."
These little glimpses of domestic life have
perhaps assisted the reader to realise the
advanced condition of the greater part of Old
Ontario. Her adventurous young men, indis-
posed to pay local prices for developed farms,
have for some time been migrating to terri-
tories where they could acquire land for
nothing, or nearly nothing. And in this con-
nection Ontario has a genuine grievance against
fate.
The fame of the Prairie Provinces had been
trumpeted to the world. All Canada was ring-
ing with details of the magnificent opportunities
awaiting industrious men away in the West.
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On the other hand, the agricultural possi-
bilities of New Ontario were not known, or, at
any rate, not appreciated. Information on the
subject was scrappy, and what facts were
accessible had not yet been diffused. The
great project of the Grand Trunk Pacific trans-
continental line — which was to pass right
through the heart of New Ontario — had not
yet been carried out. People were slow to
grasp the significance of the Provincial Govern-
ment's line — the Temiskaming and Northern
Ontario Railway, which runs from North Bay,
on the C.P.R., to Cochrane, on the new Grand
Trunk Pacific route, a distance of 252 miles.
In a word, New Ontario had not been boomed,
and the Prairie Provinces had been boomed.
Hence it has come about that the adventurous
young men of Old Ontario, instead of migrat-
ing to the northern sections of their own
province (which would have involved a com-
paratively small cost for transportation, and
a comparative proximity to the homes and
friends they were leaving behind), have joined
the ever - increasing stream of immigrants
pouring across the continent to Manitoba,
Saskatchewan, and Alberta.
Some comparison between New Ontario and
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the Prairie Provinces becomes, at this point,
inevitable. It is not easy to make that
comparison. Where conditions are various,
generalisations are apt to be dangerous . There
are many different sorts of prairie, and there
are many different districts in New Ontario.
But certain broad facts may be stated as having
a general application.
The clearing of the ground, as a prelim-
inary to cultivating it, is a much slower, more
arduous, and more costly, operation in New
Ontario than on the prairie. For New Ontario
is heavily timbered, whereas much of the
prairie is only covered with scrub. On the
other hand, there are better wage-earning
opportunities in New Ontario than on the
prairie ; that is to say, men who have taken
up land in New Ontario can finance themselves,
during the earlier years, by occasionally work-
ing for a few months in the mines, the log-
ging camps, the lumber mills, or the numerous
factories .
A comparison between New Ontario and Old
Ontario is also inevitable. The former cannot
hope to compete with the latter in vineyards,
peach orchards, and tobacco plantations. But
as fine grain and vegetables can be grown in the
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one as in the other. There are shorter winters
in the south, but — to compensate for this —
there are longer days in the north. In latitude
and climate, northern Ontario roughly corres-
ponds to southern Manitoba.
For the rest, the agricultural possibilities of
New Ontario have been triumphantly demon-
strated by the pioneer farmers who have reared
crops and herds in that country, and who, by
the way, are finding a good market for their
produce in the mines, the mills, the factories,
and the camps.
The Great Clay Belt— a tract of land
running 400 miles east and west through
New Ontario, and embracing about 1 6,000,000
acres — is proving of exceptional fertility, and
giving remarkable results in peas, beans,
clover, lucerne, and the other leguminous
crops. That Belt is tapped by the Government
line and by the section of the Grand Trunk
Pacific that is already constructed. It follows
that in this, the south-eastern, corner of New
Ontario, settlement is already far advanced.
In one district traversed by the Government
line — the district of Temiskaming — there are
already more than 60,000 inhabitants. Among
the towns that have sprung up along the line
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are New Liskeard (with a population of
3,000), Haileybury (with a population of
4,000) and famous Cobalt (with a population
of 5,500). The Federal Government has
established an experimental farm near the
Grand Trunk Pacific junction, and it is officially
reported that " fine samples " of wheat have
been produced there, and that apples and other
fruits are now receiving attention.
I was discussing that district with a
Canadian who knows it well, and he said :
" New Ontario is a splendid country for a type
of Englishman who is found in all classes of
society. I mean the man who is robust in
body and in spirit — the man who relishes a
spice of adventure in his life — the man with
pioneering blood in his veins — in one word,
a sport."
I like that word. It is a little slangy per-
haps, but it applies. Certainly the intending
emigrant to New Ontario should ask himself
the question, " Am I a sport? " To make the
position clearer, I will give an actual instance
of a man who is a sport, and whose wife is
another .
Mr. Jack looked very haggard for so young
a man, especially in comparison with Mrs.
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Jack, who inclines to be plump. They made
the stranger welcome with a seat by the stove.
Yet I was not entirely a stranger, since I came
from London and knew West Ham. Mr. and
Mrs. Jack came from West Ham. They
offered me the choice of beer or milk, and
then Mr. Jack explained why there was no
plaster on the laths.
" I've had eleven months of misfortune," he
said. " Been on my back with some sort
of rheumatism. And that's why these walls
never got finished. There I've laid helpless
as a baby, and so weak I had to be fed with
a spoon. I dunno what sort of rheumatism
they call it. But it's a sort that nearly settles
you."
" When they brought him in here," chirruped
his wife, " I made sure he was going. I told
my next-door neighbour so. ' Jack's come
home,' I said, ' but he's only come home to
die.' And Christmas Day, too I "
" I quite thought the same," he said. " I
couldn't move, and I hollered out if any one
touched me — the pain was so bad. But here I
am, all right again — at least, nearly all right.
It's left my muscles terribly stiff, and that's why,
in starting to work again, I've begun with a
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whitewashing job. It pays out my arms a
treat, but I fancy it's getting the cramp out
of 'em."
" Funny to have Jack back at whitewash-
ing I " soliloquised his laughing wife. She was
evidently very much amused. I did not quite
see the point.
We were at Earl's Court, the Toronto suburb
whose English inhabitants, as I indicated in
a previous chapter, work in factories, and at
other jobs appropriate to city toilers. What
was there so funny in Mr. Jack, late of West
Ham, turning his hand to house-decorating?
" It's the trade I followed in the Old
Country," he said apologetically. " And, after
doing nothing for a twelvemonth, I'm satisfied
to be back at work, no matter what it is."
Which remark did not make the position any
clearer to me.
" And who do you think," broke in the
vivacious lady, " was the breadwinner while
Jack was on his back? I was ! Oh, yes — I
can earn my nine dollars a week house-clean-
ing down in the city. What's more, I enjoyed
it."
" If Liz hadn't turned to," Mr. Jack un-
grudgingly confirmed, " goodness knows what
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would have become of us. Fortunately, we'd
paid for the land and house, and didn't owe
a cent. But my money from the last camp
didn't keep us going for more than three
months, what with doctor's bills and one thing
and another."
"What camp was that?" I asked.
" Logging away north of Cobalt," he ex-
plained. " And before that I was with a
mining gang. That's the sort of life ! When
I first came out I started in the radiator shop,
the same as one might do in the Old Country.
But as soon as I heard of New Ontario I
pricked up my ears ; and it wasn't long before
I started off to try my luck out there. It just
suited me. The cities are all very well for
those who like 'em, but give me the lakes
and the forests. It's better money for one
thing ; but what I like about it is the freedom.
Wait till I get my joints in working order !
I'll soon be back there."
"And I shall go with him," Mrs. Jack
averred .
" Yes, I had Liz with me in one camp, and
she quite took to the life. Of course, we've
always got this home to come back to when
we want a change."
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' You wouldn't believe what he's gone
through," exclaimed the exuberant lady, as she
eyed her husband with unmistakable pride.
" He could tell you something — sleeping on
the coffin of a murdered man, and I don't
know what all ! Tell him some of the things,
Jack. Go on — tell him about the Mace-
donian." And her high-spirited shudder
served to whet my curiosity.
" Oh, that was a poor fellow who was help-
ing to blast rocks for the new railroad," Mr.
Jack modestly narrated. " He had a leg and
half his face blown away ; and when he was
dead, one of his mates got to work on a box
to put him in. But he made it too small,
which caused a lot of trouble ; and I shall
never forget seeing them row out with it to
the island. There was no clergyman, so they
couldn't have a proper funeral ; and when they
got to the island the ground' was all rocks.
But the strange part was that this poor Mace-
donian hadn't any relations or friends in
Canada, and nobody knew what his proper
name was or anything about him, so they
couldn't put up any tombstone."
" And now tell him," came Mrs. Jack's eager
suggestion, " about your journey from North
Bay."
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" Well, you must know," began her com-
pliant lord, " that the winter set in just as
I was taken bad, and there I lay in camp, all
swollen and inflamed, with shooting pains all
over me. The lake had just been frozen when
a lot of snow fell, and, you see, that made a
sort of warm blanket to prevent the ice getting
thicker. So I was there for three weeks, wait-
ing for the lake to bear ; and it would have
been longer still if my mate, with another,
hadn't gone across and beaten out a trail, to
give the frost a better chance. Even then
it wasn't safe for a horse, so my mate, with
that other chap, took and dragged the sledge
themselves .
' What with the cold and the bumping, I
shan't forget that journey as long as I live ;
and I don't suppose the other two will either.
It took a long time getting over the lake, and
I don't know how many more hours before we
reached the railway for North Bay. My mate,
who had been nursing me night and day before
then, was fairly played out, and the moment
he got on the train, he just bent over and
went off to sleep like a log. It being Christmas
time, the car was jambfull of passengers, most
of them pretty lively. I told the conductor
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how it was with me, and I begged him to
find me a corner where I could lay down and
be quiet. So he and another train -man took
hold of me between them, and got me along
to the mail-van. But, owing to all the Christ-
mas letters and parcels, that was about as full
as it would hold. I just fell down on a heap
of mail-bags, and soon I felt several more bags
come tumbling over on top of me. Not that
I minded about that ; but the next I remember
was a couple of fellows lifting me out of there.
They said they'd find me a place where I'd
be out of the way, if I didn't mind sleeping
on the coffin of a murdered man. Then they
lifted me up, and next minute I was lying
on something hard and level. I knew who was
underneath me — the poor chap that had been
killed down the line ; for the news had come
to our camp before we left. But, the way I
felt it didn't make any difference to me
whether I was on a coffin or anything else.
But I couldn't help feeling it was a funny
way to be spending Christmas Eve."
CHAPTER XIII
WOMEN SETTLERS
Grumblers and optimists — Mr. and Mrs. Y and their
untidy shack — A paralysed pig and broken plough —
The lady's lament — Mr. and Mrs. C from Chelsea
— Persian rugs and old oak on the prairie — An artist's
strange experiences — Left with the baby on a
snowed-up train — Farming without knowledge —
Crop failures and dying stock — How Mrs. C saved
the situation — A head waitress and her story — Con-
fessions of a cultured lady — Quaint preparation for
Canada — Girls I interviewed at Vancouver — Testi-
mony of an ex-school teacher — Canadian children :
a nursemaid's impressions — The dressmaker and her
mother — My visit to their cosy flat — Immigration
experiences of a pet dog — Why the old lady attends
Salvation Army services — A girl's appreciated
draughtsmanship — Shopping in England and Canada :
a comparison — Questions I put to servant-girls —
Reasons for their contentment — Abrupt proposals
of marriage.
OUT on the prairie I met many English
housewives. If asked to classify them, I
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should be tempted to say : a small minority
are grumblers ; a large majority are optimists.
As to the former, one could only regret that,
in the interests of all parties, they did not
remain in the sedate suburban world where the
milkman calls twice a day. The latter are
making Central Canada what Central Canada
is rapidly becoming — a country of attractive,
prosperous, and happy homes.
I have already introduced into this book a
typical example of the right sort of woman for
Canada. Her name is Mrs. Fisher, and you
will find her in Chapter IV.
Let us now glance briefly at a sample of the
wrong sort.
On a beautiful quarter-section of rich soil
in Southern Alberta I beheld a shack that was
very amateurish in construction. Obviously
the people who lived there were still at the
stage of struggle and stress.
I found out all about them.
A dissatisfied chemist in England, and
scarcely knowing a horse from a cow, Mr.
Y , on arriving in Canada at the age of 40,
made the mistake— alas I so common— of at
once taking up his own homestead. He
should, of course, have hired himself for the
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first season to an established settler, with whom
he would have acquired a practical knowledge
of Canadian farming. He thought he knew
what he did not know, and acted on his ignor-
ance, with the inevitable result that several
years have been wasted in costly bungling.
Then, too, while Mr. Y- - obviously has a
great love for farming, he seems to have little
natural aptitude for it. He is this sort of man :
he bought a pig that proved to be paralysed ;
he bought an ox without suspecting, until too
late, that it was dying of tuberculosis. I found
him mourning over his plough. It seemed
that, having broken the wheel, he had sent
for another one (forgetting to state dimen-
sions). He was two days trying to fit the new
wheel before he discovered that it was of the
wrong size. And by that time he had broken
the plough.
In fairness to Mrs. Y I mention these
facts, by way of illustrating her environment.
For the rest, she shall speak for herself.
;' Here's a nice sort of place, isn't it," she
remarked, "for a lady to live in? And, you
know, I'm not accustomed to this sort of thing.
It might be different for anybody who had
been brought up just anyhow. But my father
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was in a bank, and I was always used to 0.
respectable home, with a servant and every-
thing. But this— oh, it's too dreadful."
Now she came to mention it, I was bound
to admit (to myself) that, of the many shack
interiors I had seen, this was the most untidy
and dirty. Wallpaper patched with newspaper,
two skirts hanging from a nail that also held
a picture, boots and books in a pile on the
sofa— things like that certainly lent colour to
the lady's criticism.
" When Herbert came over to England and
married me," she went on, " I never dreamt
I was coming out to anything like this. It isn't
fair. And such a dreadful wild country, too,
with no proper society."
" Have you no neighbours ? " I asked in my
innocence .
" Yes," she replied, " but I don't have any-
thing to do with them, thank you ! They are
not at all the sort of people I should care to
know. If my elder sister hadn't been able to
come out and be a little company for me, I'm
sure I don't know what I should have done.
She doesn't think it's a nice place to live in
either ! I expect she'll be in soon— she's gone
out to give baby an airing."
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That interior assumed a new interest with the
discovery that there were two ladies to look
after it. But my attention was called in
another direction.
" Have you seen our fowls?" Mrs. Y—
suddenly asked.
I felt it was rather an embarrassing ques-
tion, for I had seen the poor things.
' Well, can you say what's the matter with
them? " she asked triumphantly. ' There they
are, moping and hanging their heads and dying
off one after the other ; and as for eggs— well,
we haven't seen such a thing for nearly six
months."
I had a very definite idea what was amiss
with those unhappy birds ; and, as gently as
possible, I was entering into particulars
when
" Oh, no ; it can't be that," corrected the
lady, a trifle haughtily. ' They receive every
attention. No— I think it must be the climate.
People are able to keep fowls all right in
England."
"Do you do any gardening? " I asked, to
change the subject.
" Oh, no ; I haven't time," Mrs. Y- - ex-
plained. ' You see, there's baby."
The Golden Land. \Q
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So much for the two extremes— Mrs. Fisher,
the ideal prairie housewife; and Mrs. Y -- ,
who ought to be deported.
Of course, many of the optimists, while
taking everything very good-naturedly from
the outset, are some time before they adapt
themselves to the conditions of life in Canada.
In this connection I recall the case of Mrs.
I was sitting with Mr. and Mrs. C- - in that
charming room of theirs which, with its Persian
rugs, Dutch dresser, Delft pots, and old oak
chairs, was such a surprising place to find in
Southern Saskatchewan; and Mr. C— - asked
me, rather abruptly :
" Have you ever realised that you have made
an absolute ass of yourself? "
" I beg your pardon? " I stammered, won-
dering to which particular episode in my life
he was referring.
" Because I have," Mr. C— - went on, re-
vealing a purely egotistical application to his
inquiry. " Listen, and I'll tell you about it.
Five years ago I was a harmless, respectable
artist living in Chelsea, and making— well, a
comfortable living by illustrating books and
magazines. Art was my profession, I had
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worked at it all my life. I knew nothing of
any other trade or calling. Now note. A
friend of mine used to drop into my studio and
talk about Canada. He was an enthusiast.
I suppose he had caught the back-to-the-land
fever about as badly as a man can catch it.
Not content with talking, he lent me books and
pamphlets. What was the result? I decided
that, as an ordinary measure of prudence and
worldly wisdom, I must at once sell up my
small possessions and start farming in Canada.
As for Milly— well, womanlike, and anxious at
all costs for adventure, she was only too
willing."
" Come, now, I do like that ! " laughed
astounded Mrs. C . "Why, he was positively
crazy about it— could talk and think of nothing
else— used to lie awake at night trying to decide
how he should spend all the money he was
going to make in Canada. Of course, I had to
consent."
Mr. C- - waved aside his wife's interrup-
tion as irrelevant. ' The only fact of import-
ance," he said, '* is that we came. We came
with a matter of £2,000. Now, how did I
apply that money? "
" But you've forgotten about the baby ! "
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broke in Mrs. C . " Surely the baby is a
fact of importance ? "
" In a way— yes," Mr. C- thoughtfully
admitted. " I apologise for omitting the baby
from my narrative. It was like this. In our
eagerness to get here by the spring, we arrived
before the winter was over. Our train got
snowed up— badly snowed up. We were only
fifty miles from our journey's end, but there
we were— stuck fast. Three days went by, and
the position began to be serious. There was
no more food on the train ! However, com-
munication was opened up with neighbouring
farmers, who, with great hospitality, invited
the passengers to dinner and sent sleighs to
fetch them in. Milly and my little daughter
went off with one of the parties, and I stayed
behind with the baby. A quarter of an hour
afterwards the train started ! Now, I don't
know whether you have ever been cut off from
feminine assistance when you have a baby
literally on your hands. I confess that, for
one lucid second, the question passed through
my brain, — ' How came I to be in such a pre-
dicament out on that great white landscape ;
what in the world was I up to ? ' But the train
stopped, Milly returned, and that momentary
misgiving was forgotten .
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" And so," continued Mr. C— — , " I come to
the farming. How did I begin? Did I inquire
for an agricultural college where I might pick
up a smattering of my new profession? No.
Did I engage myself to a farmer in order to
acquire some little practical experience? Cer-
tainly not. Did I begin with a modest quarter-
section that had about forty acres broken ? No,
sir. A humble start like that might be all very
well for the English farmer who came out with
us; but my ambition was of wider range. I
bought four adjoining cultivated quarter-
sections— that is to say, I bought a solid square
mile of farm land. Well, of course certain
accessories were necessary — horses, ploughs,
pigs, and things like that ; so I arranged with
some firms to supply whatever was usual. Also
I engaged two young fellows to help me with
the work. Then I began— painting during the
morning, farming during the afternoon. I
expect you can guess the rest."
" Poor Teddy ! " murmured Mrs. C , with
a laugh that was half a sigh.
' Yes," he agreed ; " and poor Milly ! "
'You did not succeed very well?" I
hazarded .
" I'm afraid not," she said. " You see, our
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hired girl did not get good results with the
dairying, and I was much too ignorant to
correct or direct her. The two young men
were obviously both incompetent and idle, but
Teddy was hardly in a position to supply their
deficiencies."
" The crops all failed," groaned Mr. C .
" Horses died," supplemented Mrs. C- — .
" I overheard neighbouring farmers speak of
me as ' that dear old duck,' ' deplored the
gentleman.
" On the children's behalf, I began to get
anxious," confessed the lady.
" Then," said Mr. C , " occurred the grand
transformation. It was all due to Milly. She
came to me one day and said she was going
round to Mrs. Shotter's for her first lesson in
butter -making. She also said Mrs. Franklin
had promised to teach her how to milk a cow.
I further gathered that she was looking to some
other neighbour for hints on poultry manage-
ment. At first I was more amused than any-
thing else. But when Milly produced the first
pound of butter she had made, its excellence
set me thinking. And when I found her de-
tecting all sorts of egregious mistakes in our
pig department, I did more than think.
ARRIVAL AT QUEBEC OF A PARTY OF WOMEN IMMIGRANTS CONDUCTED
BY THE SALVATION ARMY.
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Realising for the first time that I knew nothing
whatever about farming, and that, in point of
fact, I had been behaving like an absolute
ass, I set humbly to work, a la Milly, to learn
things."
" He has been so splendid ! " exclaimed his
wife. " You should see him manage the
horses. We are never late now with the
ploughing. Teddy has built a stable that
people say is as strong as a church. And we
are beginning to make such a lot of money !
We had bumper crops last year ; our wheat
graded No. i, and we took a first for oats. I
suppose I ought not to say ' we,' " she added
in a merry parenthesis, " though I did lend
a hand with the stocking. And this year the
crops look even better."
' Yes, they don't call me ' that dear old
duck ' now," said Mr. C .
So much for the prairie housewives— perhaps
the most valuable, and valued, class in Canada.
I also took note of another class that is held
in high esteem throughout the Dominion-
women immigrants who work for wages.
A slight toothache was the means of intro-
ducing me, at Revelstoke, in British Columbia,
to two interesting and typical cases. During
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dinner I shifted from a table near the open
window to one less exposed to draught, and
the head waitress, not unnaturally, wanted to
know what I did it for. A simple, good-
hearted soul, she tarried awhile to gossip with
a fellow-Cockney, the conversation shifting
from myrrh and chloroform to the fine oppor-
tunities Canada affords for persons who don't
mind work.
The part of London she came from, it
seemed, was Battersea, where her receipts from
mangling served but inadequately to fill the
void that occurred when her husband, who was
a carman, could not get employment. So he
preceded her to Canada, the pay from his job
in a Revelstoke brewery enabling her to follow
him three months later.
' Then the manager here saw Tom one day,"
narrated my new-found friend, " and asked him
if he'd care to be hotel porter, and he should
have the same wages as he was getting at the
brewery. But, as Tom said, he was well off
where he was, and the people seemed
satisfied ; so he was much obliged, but
he thought he'd sooner stay where he
was. But the manager spoke to him again
after that, and said there was his rooms
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he was paying for and all his food, and if he
came to the hotel he'd have the same money
and his bedroom and board thrown in. So
Tom told him he'd have to keep his lodgings
all the same, seeing I was on my way out to
join him. And that's what settled it, because
the manager said they would take me too ; and
if I'd give a hand in the kitchen, just for an
hour every morning to clean the forks and
spoons, that'd cover my meals."
For the rest, husband and wife had, it
seemed, risen quickly from one sphere of
service to another, until now, after being two
years in the establishment, she was head
waitress and he was in charge of the bar, the
salary of each being more than twice as much
as they were jointly earning in the Old
Country. Since, moreover, they no longer had
to pay for board and lodging, they were faced
with the pleasant problem, for the first time
in their lives, of deciding how accumulated
savings could most advantageously be invested.
The hotel management— I ventured to point
out— had secured two very capable persons.
But she would not hear of such a thing.
" Oh, no," she was eager to assure me ;
" it's the same with everybody else in this
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country. I don't mean those who won't work,
and won't put themselves to any trouble about
anything. They're no good here or anywhere
else. But anybody that isn't quite a fool, and
has got enough sense to know you can't have
anything in this world if you don't work for
it— that sort can't help doing well in Canada.
To know that, you've only got to see the way
everybody gets run after. In London, where
there'd be work for one, you'd find twenty
trying for it. Out here it's all the other way—
there's twenty jobs waiting for everybody that
wants to work. I could go from here to-
morrow to more hotels than one, if I wasn't
satisfied, and get jest as good money ; so could
my husband. There's nine places out of ten
where they wouldn't look at any one else if
they could get somebody from England. They
know you can depend on them. Of course,
having been used to nice ways in the Old
Country, they're more careful to keep the place
clean than any one else might be. The
manager of the hotel— he's Canadian, but he
always tells me to get English girls if I can.
The last one I got is an English lady born—
any one can see that. She is so very nice, and
so cheerful over her work, and you never have
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to ask her twice to do anything. From a word
now and again that she's dropped, I can see
she's been used to have servants wait on her.
You can know she's had plenty of money by
all the countries she and her mother used to
go to. They must have travelled half over the
world— jest to pass the time. But from what
I can understand, when the mother died some-
thing happened to all the money, so the
daughter was left without a penny and had
to turn to and earn her own living."
My curiosity was aroused ; and later in the
evening, by arrangement, the head waitress
brought her assistant to the drawing-room, that
she might meet the gentleman from England
who was going to write a book.
Miss R , a middle-aged lady of culture
and education, gave me supplementary details
about herself.
;< Unfortunately," was her smiling way of
putting it, " I had never learnt to do anything
useful. I did not realise my deficiencies until
one day I found that, for the future, I must
earn my own living. It was most humiliating
to find myself so unprepared for the
emergency. The women writers, the typists,
the dressmakers, the shop assistants— how I
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envied the knowledge and training that enabled
them to play a useful part in the world, while
I was an utterly incompetent and superfluous
person. I even found myself looking with a
new and strange respect at a girl who was
cleaning a doorstep.
" However, I got a post— as companion in
a clergyman's family at Manchester. But it
was not at all satisfactory. It did not surprise
me that the clergyman and his family could
not accept me as an equal. I hardly expected
they would; and I knew how thoroughly I
deserved their dignified aloofness. For in days
gone by I, too, had looked down upon com-
panions and persons of that class. What made
the position unendurable was the attitude of
the servants. I did think I was entitled to be
received by them on a footing of equality and
good feeling. But no ; they treated me with a
sort of spiteful respect, as though I were
a superior, but one who was rather con-
temptible. Between the two I felt completely
ostracised."
" And so you decided to come to this
country? "
" Yes," she smilingly replied. " And how
do you think I prepared myself for Canada?
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Why, I attended a cookery-class, and learnt
how to make dainty cakes, with sugar-icing
and all manner of recherche* embellishments.
It really was a dreadful insult to the Canadian
people, wasn't it? But it never occurred to
me that they would be too busy/ and much too
sensible, to want to eat things like that. I
have been in the country three months now,
but three days were enough to show me that,
instead of wasting my time over fancy cookery,
I ought to have learnt milking and butter-
making, or something else really useful."
' You arrived only three months ago I " I
exclaimed. " Please let me know what ex-
periences you have had."
' I'm afraid there's not much to tell. I
came out through Miss Lefroy and the British
Women's Emigration Society. I didn't s,top
anywhere until reaching Calgary, and as soon
as I got there the agent asked me if I wanted
an engagement. I said ' Yes.' Then she said
some one was required in a hotel at Banff,
and did I think that would suit me? I said I
really hadn't any definite preferences. Well,
could I go at once? she asked. Yes— I thought
I could. So the end of it was I caught the
next train to Banff, and the same evening was
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duly initiated into my new duties. I was
placed in charge of a number of rooms, and
all I had to do was to keep them clean and
tidy and make the beds."
' Did you find the drudgery very irksome ? '
I asked.
" Not at all," Miss R heartily testified.
' In fact, I enjoyed the work, and soon began
to regard my smooth coverlets and my polished
mirrors with the pride of an artist. Then, too,
after the merely nominal remuneration I re-
ceived in the clergyman's family, it was very
satisfactory to be earning, not only my board
and lodging, but £i 55. a week in addition,
for the pay was 25 dollars a month. But what
I appreciated most was the unaffected friendli-
ness of everybody, and the fact that one was
not looked down upon for doing menial work.
That, I think, is the great charm of this
country— every one treats every one else as an
equal. It comes as such a delightful surprise
after the social distinctions and class barriers
that exist in England."
I asked Miss R— - why she left beautiful
Banff.
" It was only a temporary engagement," she
explained, " as the hotel is closed in the winter.
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One of the girls told me of the vacancy here,
and as the salary was the same and this hotel
is open all the year, I applied for the post.
I have fewer rooms to look after than at Banff,
though occasionally, at times of pressure, I
help wait at table. But I always have the
afternoons to myself, and I really believe I
never enjoyed better health or found life more
interesting than I do now. There— that, I
think, completes my revelations."
" And your work is in every way con-
genial?" I persisted.
1 Well, perhaps that would be going a little
too far," was her laughing rejoinder. " For
instance, once or twice, when I have gone into
a room to make the bed, I have found a tipsy
man there. But one learns how to act in these
unpleasant little emergencies ; and, on the
whole, I assure you I am having a very good
time. Of course, the novelty of it all has not
yet worn off. Don't you consider the
Canadians very ingenious and interesting?
One thing that amuses me very much is their
practice of moving houses bodily from one
street to another. I was in the habit of going
to a book -shop and drug-store here ; but one
day, when I went there, it had mysteriously dis-
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appeared. I happened to turn round, and, to
my utter amazement, there was the shop going
down the road ! You can't imagine a thing
like that happening in London . Fancy meeting
one of the Bond Street shops on its way to
Trafalgar Square ! "
So ended our chat ; and I afterwards found
myself wondering how far Miss R 's ex-
periences and impressions were shared by her
wage -earning compatriots in Canada. At
Vancouver I put that issue to a test. Staff-
Captain Wakefield told me of the hundreds of
girls and women annually transplanted from
Great Britain to that city by the Salvation
Army, and I said I should like to meet some
of them. So he dictated the first two dozen
names and addresses he found on his cards ;
and I set off on a house-to-house visitation.
It kept me busy for two days and an after-
noon.
At tea-rooms in the centre of the city I intro-
duced myself to Miss W , who had been a
teacher in Glasgow, and whose typical Scotch
face reflected sweetness and common sense.
" There's no comparison between Canada
and the Old Country," she declared with un-
patriotic enthusiasm. ' Wages are much
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higher here and hours are shorter. Take my
own case. I am receiving nine dollars, or
thirty-six shillings, a week, which is a good
deal more than I got for teaching. Then, too,
I don't have to pay for meals, which used to
make a heavy inroad on my wretched Glasgow
salary. I share very nice lodgings with
another girl in a rooming house, and we each
pay two and a half dollars, or ten shillings,
a week for them. Of course, one could get
cheaper quarters than that, but we both feel
comfort is worth paying for. I am only on
duty for eight hours a day, and the times are
arranged in shifts. This week, for instance,
I come on at eleven and leave at seven ; next
week I begin earlier and get off at three. So
one has quite a lot of time to oneself. Besides,
everybody on the staff has a full day's holiday
once in three weeks."
' Then, on the whole— may I assume— you
do not regret coming to Canada ? "
" I wouldn't go back for anything," was Miss
W- -'s emphatic reply. ' This country is fine.
I like the people, and I simply love the climate.
It is so delightful to have a real summer and
a real winter. Of course, everything has its
drawbacks. At first I very much missed the
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home-life I was used to. And I still miss the
mental side of my old work. As a teacher
one has to do a lot of reading. The work of
a waitress is rather too remote from that sort
of thing to satisfy me entirely. However,
Canada offers plenty of openings, and when I
am tired of being a waitress I can do some-
thing else."
Strolling to the delightful residential suburb
of English Bay, I called at the house where
Mary P acts as housemaid. Showing me
into a handsome sitting-room, the conscientious
girl explained that she could not spare many
minutes as she had a lot of work to do.
" It costs you more to dress in this country,"
she pointed out. " But look how much more
money one earns . I was getting £ I a month in
Scotland, and I'm getting £3 a month here.
There's plenty to be done, mind you. Houses
that would have three servants in the Old
Country often have only one here. But a girl
doesn't mind working hard if she is nicely
treated ; and in Canada a servant is made to
feel herself quite one of the family."
' You have plenty of time to yourself ? '
I asked.
" Yes, and I could have more if I wanted it.
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When I came, it was arranged that I should
have Sunday afternoons off and three evenings
a week. But, you see, I'm with the children
so much, on the beach and in Stanley Park,
that I really don't want so many evenings out,
and I mostly prefer to stop at home, especially
if there's something to be done, and Mrs. Hunt
would have to do it alone if I wasn't there to
help."
I asked for her opinion of Canadian
children .
' They are not any different from other
children," said Mary. " Our four are pretty
lively, but very nice. They don't seem to have
toys much in this country, but they love to
play at romping games—especially when they
pretend to be Red Indians. They are very
cute, and just now it's a great joke with them
that they are getting to be Scotch children
through eating the Scotch scones I make them.
They go about the house singing, ' Mary, my
Scotch Lassie ' ! "
Miss T , when I saw her at the Hudson
Bay Stores, could not spare time for a chat ;
but she told me where she lived, and said, if
I cared to call, she and her mother would be
pleased to see me.
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That evening, at their cosy little £40 flat,
Miss T showed me into a room where I
found a gentle -mannered old lady and a little
dog which, being so obviously anxious to bite
my leg, had to be banished to the kitchen.
I had, it seemed, happened upon one of four
sisters who, unaided by male relative or private
means, had to support themselves and their
invalid mother. This had not been too easy
when they lived at Maida Vale ; and so, ten
months before, they had emigrated to Canada—
they and their dog and their piano, with certain
prized chimney ornaments.
The old lady still spoke of that great adven-
ture with bated breath and a devout
thankfulness.
' Wans't it wonderful — not one of the vases
got broken ! But poor Joe did have a bad
time on the voyage. He had to be kept in a
part of the ship right away from us. Only
they very kindly let us see him every day, and
the girls sometimes took him for a run on
deck. The railway journey was the worst
though. He wasn't allowed to come with us ;
he had to travel all by himself in a freight
train. Poor Joe ! — you can imagine how
terribly he fretted."
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But the little brute had not gone the right
way to work to engage my sympathies ; and
so, offering no comment on his immigration
experiences, I inquired how the old lady had
fared on the journey.
" Oh, everything was very nice," she replied.
' I quite enjoyed it— especially on the train.
And I had been so dreading it all ! I'm sure
everybody was most kind. And as for Staff-
Captain Wakefield, he has indeed proved a
friend. Being strange to the city, I don't know
what we should have done without him. In
all our difficulties we turned to the Army, be-
cause they said that's what they were there for,
and we needn't mind how much we bothered
them. And do you know," Mrs. T. went on,
lowering her voice confidentially, " we are not
connected with the Army in any way. I told
them so— I really felt bound to ; but they said
that didn't make any difference— they had
brought us out, and they wanted to see us
comfortably settled."
And even as she spoke, my eyes chanced
upon the Bishop of London's photograph in
its neat gilt frame on the piano.
" But," continued the gentle old lady, " I've
made a point of going to one or two Army
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services, for, after they've been so good to
us, I feel that's the least I can do."
I asked if all the girls were dressmakers.
" No ; one's a nurse, and another is a tele-
phone operator," Mrs. T- - explained. " Then
my eldest girl does draughtsmanship. She
was the only one who didn't get an en-
gagement as soon as we arrived. You see, it
was new in Canada for a girl to do work like
that. The Vancouver surveyors were quite
amused about it at first. But one firm agreed
to give Milly a trial, and they are so very
pleased with her. They say hers are by far
the best plans that are done in the office."
" And are your girls satisfied with the
salaries they receive in this country ? ' I
asked.
" My word ! " answered the old lady, as she
threw up her eyes and her mittened hands.
" I never heard of such salaries for girls to
be getting. Why, they are all earning more
than twice as much as they were earning
before. But the great thing is that it's steady
employment all the time. In London there
was usually one, and often two, out of a berth.
That is what used to trouble them— posts were
so very hard to get."
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For the country as a whole, and for Van-
couver in particular, Mrs. T had nothing
but praise. I found that she also liked the
people and the weather. But my inquiries at
last touched upon a matter regarding which,
in the old lady's opinion, Canada is far behind
her native land.
" I must say you don't get the same attention
in the shops," she mildly deplored. " I'm not
saying the Vancouver assistants may not be
just as polite in their way, but they don't take
the same pains. They'll bring you what they
think you want, and that's the end of it— you
can take it or not, just as you please. They
don't give themselves the trouble really to show
you what they've got in stock, so that you can
have several things to choose from, and per-
haps in the end find something to suit you that
is quite different from what you first asked
for."
" No, mother dear," interposed the Hudson
Bay machinist, " they haven't the same fear
of what may happen if a customer doesn't buy
anything."
I afterwards interviewed several girls who
had exchanged domestic service on one side of
the Atlantic for domestic service on the other
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side. They laid but minor stress on their im-
proved wages. What they liked most about
Canada, they told me, was that they were con-
sidered as good as other people, and if, when
their work was done, they wanted to run out
and post a letter or get something, they hadn't
got to ask permission.
A girl's chances of finding a congenial
partner, and settling down in life, accounted,
I found, for a large, if somewhat frivolous,
element in the interest they took in the country
of their adoption. Such embarrassment as
they experienced in this connection arose, so
far as I could understand, from a super-
abundance, rather than from any dearth, of
opportunity.
' I never saw such a daft lot of fellows,"
declared a laughing, pretty Cumberland lass.
" I can hardly go a day without one of the
great big sillies wants to marry me. With
some of them it's almost the first word when
they're introduced. And so solemn they are
over it, too ! They've got farms in the country,
they say, and they are doing nicely ; but they
want a wife to look after the house— did you
ever hear such impudence ?— and be a little
company for them, poor dears ! "
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I ventured to probe, at my next interview,
for similar experiences.
" Have I had any proposals ! " echoed the
astonished young lady. " That's rather a
strange question, isn't it ? "
However, she graciously decided not to be
offended.
' Yes, I've had a lot," that alert London
girl avowed, a trifle scornfully. " It began on
the journey, when we were passing through
the prairie country — a farmer who came part
of the way on the train. I've no patience
with 'em."
From another girl my impudent inquiry met
with a reception of marked coyness. She had
been in Canada only three months. But the
date of her marriage was already fixed.
' I met him at the Salvation Army," she
confessed with blushing impetuosity ; " and he
is so nice."
CHAPTER XIV
EDUCATION
England and Canada compared — Imagination and reality
— Vigorous vitality of new traditions — Embryo towns
and the telephone — Education in the Prairie Pro-
vinces— An enlightened curriculum — Object-lessons
from Nature — My visit to a prairie school — Quotations
from the blackboard — What the little girls were
doing — Signalling in silence — Interview with a
schoolmaster — Canada's social problems — Retired
farmers and their empty lives — Educating the second
generation — A nation of optimists — Climate and
happiness — Canada's future.
A NEW country is apt to be associated, in the
imagination of persons who have never been
there, with makeshift social arrangements. Its
conditions are assumed to be a pathetic
burlesque of modern civilisation. Life out
there is understood to have a primitive, almost
a Robinson Crusoe, touch.
But such misgivings are baseless. It is a
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EDUCATION 251
mistake to suppose that the new country begins
where the Old Country began. It is not even
true that the new country reflects, in its social
amenities, the most backward portions of the
Old Country. The village pump, the village
idiot, and doddering Giles have no counterparts
across the Atlantic. Central Canada is not
handicapped by any surviving relics of Feudal
times, or even of the mid-Victorian era. It
is developing with the vigorous vitality of new
traditions that belong to the North American
continent— a 'continent that has already pro-
duced one young nation of colossal strength
and is now producing another.
In Canada I saw a little embryo town that
was only two months old. But the houses were
fitted with telephones and electric light as a
matter of course. For historical, aesthetic, and
personal reasons, I delight in my native land.
But in practical matters of social evolution
England, as compared with Canada, is a
museum of red tape and paralysing precedents.
Yet I must confess that even to me— who
had twice journeyed across Canada, and was
familiar with its spirit— the Elementary and
High Schools of the Prairie Provinces came as
a surprise. It was in my mind that the British
252 EDUCATION
immigrant must surely find, in his new sphere,
some disadvantage to set against a better
livelihood and a brighter climate . As the only
thing I could think of, I pictured him with
impaired opportunities for the mental training
of his children.
Humbly apologising to the provincial
Governments, I fully recant that ludicrous
error. Those Governments have established
a system of popular education that is free,
universal, unsectarian, and so sound and
attractive that it scarcely needs to be com-
pulsory. The system is kept healthy and
democratic by the large measure of control
vested in local trustees and meetings of rate-
payers. The system is kept to the highest
attainable pitch of efficiency by the activities
and generous expenditure of Departments of
Education, with their ministers, deputy-minis-
ters, and advisory boards.
Educational facilities are promptly pro-
vided in newly-settled districts. The presence
of ten children is enough to justify a school.
Where a journey of more than one mile is
involved, provision is frequently made for the
free transportation of the children from and
to their homes. For the rest, having learnt
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what to teach, the teachers are taught how to
teach.
The school curriculum furnishes abundant
proof that the authorities, instead of slavishly
following custom, have had the courage to
think things out for themselves. Thus the
subjects taught in the Manitoba schools include
arithmetic, purity of thought, history, reading,
industry, writing, cleanliness, the proper treat-
ment of animals, geography, and correct
breathing.
I cannot resist quoting an item or two from
the programme of studies. Thus : " The
planting of a potato or a potato section by
each pupil. Observation of growth from week
to week. Keeping a record of this." Again :
' The study of such birds as live near the water
or frequent the meadows. Special reference
to the red-winged blackbird, bobolink, and
meadow-lark." Here is a word of admonition
addressed to the Saskatchewan teacher by his
employers : " He should carefully guard
against the child's knowledge of history
becoming a jumbled mass of useless and un-
related facts. . . . Training the moral judg-
ment and preparation for intelligent citizen-
ship are important aims in teaching this
254 EDUCATION
subject." In connection with Nature study,
provision is made for " short field excursions
for purposes of observation " ; while it is laid
down that, by actual experiment, pupils are
to be instructed in the " methods of, and
reasons for, digging, hoeing, raking, watering,
shading, planting, transplanting, &c., in con-
nection with garden crops."
Alighting from the train at Qu'Appelle in
Saskatchewan, and taking a direction at
haphazard, I set out to gain some personal
knowledge of education on the prairie.
Presently meeting a long, box-like wagon full
of wheat, I asked the driver if he would kindly
direct me to the school.
" Which school ? " he asked, a little
reproachfully.
" The nearest," I explained.
This was rather a poser for him. If I went
back two miles, he explained, I'd find a school
in the town. Also I'd find one if I went two
miles farther on. There was another school,
it seemed, away to the right— a bit over two
miles, he thought that was. Then again, there
was a school away to the left— he rather fancied
that was under two miles, though a stranger
might easily miss the way.
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I continued straight on, and in half an hour
came to a substantial-looking stone building
standing by the roadside. It was wrapped in
quietude and there was no one about. How-
ever, swings in the garden looked promising,
and so, entering the lobby, I pushed open the
door of one of the rooms and peeped in.
At a table on a dais stood a young lady with
a pleasant expression, a book in her hand.
Standing immediately before her were three
little girls with eager, upturned faces. Some
dozen or so other little girls sat at the desks
which, arranged in rows, with intervening
gangways, occupied most of the floor space.
Entering, I attempted to justify my in-
trusion, and was received with cordial courtesy
by the schoolmistress, and with no little interest
by her beaming class. On the understanding
that work should go forward exactly as if no
stranger were present, I went and took up my
post of observation on a back bench.
A line of blackboards extended across three
of the walls, which were further embellished
by charts, maps, and bouquets of autumn
foliage. Some expert hand, employing white
and coloured chalks, had drawn admirable
designs, in addition to birds, rabbits, and
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flowers, on areas of the blackboards not utilised
for poetry, mottoes, sums, and music notation.
Concluding that the verses had been put there
to be copied, I straightway copied the follow-
ing song to the month that had recently
arrived :
u Oh, come to the woods, the merry green woods,
While gaily the autumn leaves fall,
Just look overhead, 'mid leaves brown and red,
Where squirrels all chatter and call —
'October is here, the Queen of the year.'
Oh, out in the woods, the merry green woods,
The fairies their revels will keep ;
Then when it is dark, comes the Frost Spirit — hark
He's singing the flowers to sleep."
I also took note of one of the exhibited
maxims, namely : " Politeness is to do and
say the kindest thing in the kindest way."
While thus occupied, I was watching the
proceedings out of a corner of my eye. The
three pupils standing before the teacher were
receiving a lesson in attention, history, and the
use of words. From her book the gracious
young pedagogue would read a description of
some stirring episode in the early French
EDUCATION 257
occupation of Canada. Then one of the pupils
was encouraged to give an account of the affair
in her own juvenile vocabulary ; after which,
her two companions were in turn asked to
elucidate certain facts that belonged to the
narrative .
Meanwhile, with apparently undistracted
attention, the other little girls were improving
their minds in various ways. Some were read-
ing, others were writing, while one was
dexterously manipulating modelling clay into
wh^t at first I thought was going to be a
balloon, though it rapidly developed into a very
creditable bullfinch. A child somewhat older
than the others, and over whose shoulder my
position enabled me to glance, was translating
simple French sentences into English.
Each scholar, while she obviously had per-
mission to smile her full and feel as happy as
she liked, was, I observed, under a disciplinary
obligation to hold her tongue, save when she
was spoken to. I wondered why in the world
one healthy little mite had desisted from pen-
manship to hold aloft her chubby arm. But
presently, looking in her direction, the school-
mistress said :
"Well, Frances?"
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" Please, how do you spell ' tortoise ' ? " in-
quired the signaller.
Books and writing materials being laid aside,
the entire class participated in a music lesson.
The teacher's pointer moved from note to note
in the scale on the blackboard, and the well-
trained young voices rendered the intervals
with accuracy and enjoyment. Then they sang
songs, other lessons following ; and I left the
school with a conviction that, if for no other
reason, British parents should go and settle
on the Canadian prairie to ensure a thorough,
comprehensive, and interesting education for
their children.
It was also in Saskatchewan that I inter-
viewed the headmaster of a large town school.
I asked if he observed any difference between
boys who were born in Canada and boys from
the British Isles.
" Speaking generally," he replied, " British
boys show a readier grasp of languages and
mathematics, but they lack initiative. Now,
the Canadian boy is apt to have a little too
much initiative," he added, speaking no doubt
with a schoolmaster's bias, though certainly
with no national prejudice, since he was born
in Nova Scotia.
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Conversation turned on the careers of his
former pupils, and I was surprised to learn how
many follow the law, commerce, medicine,
engineering, and architecture.
' You see," he explained, " the people
hereabouts have all made their money as
farmers, and it gratifies them to spend some
of it in turning their sons into professional men.
Another factor in the case, of course, is the
restless and enterprising temperament of youth,
particularly of Canadian youth. The lad has
been brought up on the farm. It has become
for him a familiar and commonplace world.
Upon realms outside there rests the glamour
of the unknown. What Dad did was all very
well for Dad ; the youngster is set on doing
something different— something more interest-
ing. To counteract these tendencies as far as
possible, the Education Departments are
fostering Nature study in the Elementary
schools, developing biology in the High
Schools, and introducing special agricultural
courses in the collegiate institutes."
This led us to consider a strange position
of affairs. The social problems of Great
Britain tend to turn on the difficulty of the
individual to gain a livelihood. The social
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problems of Canada arise rather from the fatal
facility with which money is made there.
" Look at towns like this," said the school-
master—" the towns you find all along the rail-
way lines right through the Prairie Provinces.
They are full of retired farmers — men who,
after ten or fifteen years of grain -growing,
have saved enough money to keep themselves
in idleness for the rest of their lives. Could
anything be more pathetic than the spectacle
of their empty lives? There they sit about in
the hotels, not drinking (as a rule they don't
do that), just glancing at the newspaper now
and again, talking a little but not much, some-
times quite asleep and usually half asleep.
When they were at work they paid periodic
visits to that town . It was the one urban centre
of which they had an intimate personal know-
ledge. In that town, accordingly, they
anchored themselves on selling their farms and
retiring on their means. And I think it is
correct to say that they are left with only one
interest— to meet the present-day farmers when
they drive in, and to hear how things are going
out on the prairie."
Yes, I had seen them. Often, on leaving
my hotel after breakfast, I noted the retired
EDUCATION 261
farmers in the arm-chairs facing the window ;
and on returning several hours later, I would
find the same men sitting in the same chairs.
" Why in the world don't they do some-
thing?" I protested.
" Ah 1 " replied the schoolmaster . " You must
remember that they were pioneers — men who
set out to fight the world with little schooling
and no literary culture. Therefore, now in
their days of leisure they have no mental
resources to fall back upon. Hence the para-
mount importance of education in a new
country. By training the mental powers of
the young we ensure that the second genera-
tion on the land will be men of wider
intellectual sympathies— men who, when they
have made fortunes and it is their turn to
retire, will instinctively take up with some
new interest, such as service in Parliament or
on any of the local public bodies."
Having criticised those retired farmers for
being idle (and having, by the way, previously
called other rich farmers over the coals for
being too busy), I feel bound to add my im-
pressions of Canadians as a whole.
People in England, before they show each
other hospitality and friendship, have to be
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introduced. Strangers are felt to be rather
suspicious characters, who render house-dogs
necessary. Out in Canada the idea seems to
be that all men are brothers. The population
of that country is like a gigantic family of
8,000,000 friends. Everybody goes about
with an isn't-it-nice-to-be-alive and a you-
really-must-stop-to-dinner sort of air.
I think the climate has a good deal to do
with it. It is a lively, refreshing climate. A
great majority of the hours of sunlight are
hours of sunshine, alike in the seven green
months and the five white ones. There is
nothing like sunshine and dry air for making
people hearty, healthy, and happy. Those two
conditions, and the fact that industry com-
mands a sure and ample reward, have pro-
duced in Canada a nation of optimists.
Mr. Kipling has announced that the
Dominion " ultimately must assume nothing less
than the very headship of the Empire." Speak-
ing in Canada, Lord Northcliffe said : ' It is
more than possible that, in the perhaps not
far distant future, the force of circumstances
may cause the centre of the British Empire to
come here." A distinguished literary Cana-
dian assured me that the King and the Imperial
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Parliament will inevitably some day emigrate
to Winnipeg.
Those are political prophecies, calling for
no comment from a mere recorder of facts.
But there can be no doubt, I think, that Canada
promises to become, in a few decades, the
most populous and prosperous part of our
English Empire.
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