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5<br />

PEMBINA PASSED—PORCUPINE-GRASS.<br />

II<br />

they could without an awl. I thought to make sure that<br />

my horse should not play me any more tricks, and make me<br />

journey afoot, as I had no shoes but my old ones, with<br />

scarcely any soles. I hoppled his fore legs with a strong<br />

piece of leather, fastened one of his hind legs to them, and<br />

then tied him to a stump with a strong double of new<br />

codline. The night was cold and dreary, with light rain<br />

and strong N. E. wind. I kept an eye on my horse, which<br />

appeared very quiet till two hours before day, when I<br />

supposed there was no more danger. Having examined<br />

his fetters, which were in good order, I went sound asleep.<br />

Oct. nth. The first thing missing was my horse. I<br />

awoke the men and sent them in pursuit of him. They<br />

were gone about an hour, when they returned to tell me<br />

they had seen him running full speed southward. They<br />

brought the twisted and broken cords with which he had<br />

been tied. This was a sad disappointment. I resolved to<br />

wait no longer ; so I cut up the leather of my saddle,<br />

wrapped it upon my feet as best I could, and cut off the<br />

skirt of my capot to serve me as mitts. Wrapping our<br />

blankets around us we set off at ten o'clock. The weather<br />

cruelly cold, with a strong wind. I killed a fat swan flying,<br />

and one of my men, being determined to eat it, took it up<br />

on his back. At two o'clock we crossed Panbian river;<br />

saw many red deer tracks ; wild fowl passed in abundance.<br />

One of my men complained of being knocked up and<br />

wished me to stop for the night, but we were then some<br />

distance from Red river and choking with thirst. I encouraged<br />

him to push on and throw away the swan, but he<br />

would not consent to part with it. Our shoes were entirely<br />

worn out, and we had no more leather to put under the<br />

soles. The short, pointed grass [porcupine-grass, Stipa<br />

sparted] annoyed us very much as we crawled along in<br />

great misery and pain, almost every third step being upon<br />

a blade of this grass, which grows all over these level<br />

meadows. It is not more than two inches high, about the<br />

thickness of an awl, and fully as sharp ; it even penetrates

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