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144 T H R O U G H T H E M A C K E N Z I E B A S IN
of bitter fortune, yet, w i t h prodigious heart, never cease to
love the oppressor.
There was an adjunct of the half- breed camp, however,
more interesting than the dogs, namely, M a r i e Rose Gladu,
a half- sister of the Catherine Bisson we met at Lesser Slave
Lake, but who declared herself to be older than she by five
years. From evidence received she proved to be very old,
c e r t a i n l y over a hundred, and perhaps the oldest woman in
N o r t h e r n Canada. She was born at Lesser Slave Lake, and
remembered the wars of her people w i t h the Blaekfeet, and
the " dancing " of captured scalps. She remembered the buffalo
as p l e n t i f u l at C a l l i n g L a k e ; that it was then a mixed
country, and that their supplies i n those o l d days were brought
i n by way of I s l e a l a Cross, Beaver R i v e r , and L a c l a B i c h e,
as well as by M e t h y Portage, a statement w h i c h I have heard
disputed, but which is quite credible for all that. She
remembered the old fort at the south- east end of Lesser
Slave Lake, and Waupistagwon, " T h e W h i t e H e a d , " as she
called him, namely, M r . S h aw of the famous finger- nail. Her
father, whose name was NekehwapiSkun—" M y w i g w am is
white "— was a f u r company's Chief, and, i n h i s youth, a noted
hunter of Rabisca ( C h i p e w y a n ) , whence he came to Lesser
Slave Lake. Her own Cree name, unmusical for a wonder,
was Ochenaskuiiiagan—" H a v i n g passed many B i r t h d a y s ."
H e r hair was gray and black rather than iron- gray, her
eyes sunken but bright, her nose well formed, her mouth
unshrunken but rather projecting, her cheeks and brow a
mass of wrinldes, and her hands, strange to say, not shrivelled,
but soft and delicate as a g i r l ' s . The body, however,
was nothing but bones and integument; but, u n l i k e her half-sister,
she could walk without assistance. After our long
t a lk through an interpreter she r e a d i l y consented to be photographed
w i t h me, and, seating ourselves on the grass together,
she grasped my hand and disposed herself i n a j a u n t y way
so as to look her very best. Indeed, she must have been a
pretty g i r l i n her youth, and, old as she was, had some of
the arts of girlhood i n her yet.
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| OCR | 144 T H R O U G H T H E M A C K E N Z I E B A S IN of bitter fortune, yet, w i t h prodigious heart, never cease to love the oppressor. There was an adjunct of the half- breed camp, however, more interesting than the dogs, namely, M a r i e Rose Gladu, a half- sister of the Catherine Bisson we met at Lesser Slave Lake, but who declared herself to be older than she by five years. From evidence received she proved to be very old, c e r t a i n l y over a hundred, and perhaps the oldest woman in N o r t h e r n Canada. She was born at Lesser Slave Lake, and remembered the wars of her people w i t h the Blaekfeet, and the " dancing " of captured scalps. She remembered the buffalo as p l e n t i f u l at C a l l i n g L a k e ; that it was then a mixed country, and that their supplies i n those o l d days were brought i n by way of I s l e a l a Cross, Beaver R i v e r , and L a c l a B i c h e, as well as by M e t h y Portage, a statement w h i c h I have heard disputed, but which is quite credible for all that. She remembered the old fort at the south- east end of Lesser Slave Lake, and Waupistagwon, " T h e W h i t e H e a d , " as she called him, namely, M r . S h aw of the famous finger- nail. Her father, whose name was NekehwapiSkun—" M y w i g w am is white "— was a f u r company's Chief, and, i n h i s youth, a noted hunter of Rabisca ( C h i p e w y a n ) , whence he came to Lesser Slave Lake. Her own Cree name, unmusical for a wonder, was Ochenaskuiiiagan—" H a v i n g passed many B i r t h d a y s ." H e r hair was gray and black rather than iron- gray, her eyes sunken but bright, her nose well formed, her mouth unshrunken but rather projecting, her cheeks and brow a mass of wrinldes, and her hands, strange to say, not shrivelled, but soft and delicate as a g i r l ' s . The body, however, was nothing but bones and integument; but, u n l i k e her half-sister, she could walk without assistance. After our long t a lk through an interpreter she r e a d i l y consented to be photographed w i t h me, and, seating ourselves on the grass together, she grasped my hand and disposed herself i n a j a u n t y way so as to look her very best. Indeed, she must have been a pretty g i r l i n her youth, and, old as she was, had some of the arts of girlhood i n her yet. |
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