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C Ihe Ladies c cu. V'VVAN - History and Classics, Department of

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Southampton to Edmonton 15memory but I can still recapture the sense <strong>of</strong> peace <strong>and</strong> coolness when, towardsthe end <strong>of</strong> that day, we dined at Mr Christie's home, with him, his wife <strong>and</strong> son<strong>and</strong> Gordon, in a beautiful room overlooking the river.All that day we were treated like celebrities. When strangers heard that we weregoing alone into the Klondike by the Rat River, with two Indian guides, someexpressed admiration, others horror <strong>and</strong> several said with finality: "You will beeaten alive by mosquitoes." One or two were filled with envy, but even theseadded that it was "a tough proposition."Among all these conflicting opinions the enthusiasm <strong>of</strong> our new friend,Gordon Mactavish, <strong>and</strong> the quiet approval <strong>of</strong> Mr Christie were like fixed starskeeping us to our course <strong>and</strong> when, that evening, the two men put us into ourtourist sleepers we both felt rather humble. We realised, for the first time, thediffi<strong>cu</strong>lty <strong>of</strong> our undertaking <strong>and</strong> the forces <strong>of</strong> nature that would be arrayedagainst us. We wondered if we should have strength to overcome those forces <strong>and</strong>fulfil the expectations <strong>of</strong> our new friends. The phrase "You will be eaten alive bymosquitoes" haunted us throughout our journey across Canada. Sometimes agreenhorn used the words, each adding his own horror-tale <strong>and</strong> then we wouldpay little attention but when we met old-timers who had actually travelled by thatroute into the Klondike we could not light - heartedly forget their warnings. Nextmorning we woke to find ourselves passing through a lovely fresh valley withrolling slopes, a river, singing birds <strong>and</strong> a feeling <strong>of</strong> spring in the air. All day welooked out on plains <strong>and</strong> ridges. The l<strong>and</strong> appeared to be richer than in easternCanada <strong>and</strong> the pools, lakes <strong>and</strong> rivers were teeming with ducks <strong>and</strong> waders. Thiswas a strange contrast to the bleak brownness <strong>of</strong> snow-bound Quebec.We slept two nights on the train <strong>and</strong> early on the second morning arrived inEdmonton where we were doomed to spend four nights <strong>and</strong> days in making thefinal preparations for our canoe trip. At last we had reached the starting point <strong>of</strong>our journey.

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