Notes of a Twenty-Five Years' Service in the Hudson's Bay Territory - Volume I. by John M'lean
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A few hours afterwards I was not a little surprised to see my neighbour entering our hut hurriedly, who addressed me thus:-- "My dear Mac, it is true we are in opposition, but no enmity exists between us. A dreadful misfortune happened in my house last night.--Come and see!" I instantly complied with his request; proceeded to his hut, and saw the Indian who was said to be asleep, with his eyes closed--for ever; a sad spectacle, for it was evident that the death of the poor wretch had been caused by intemperance; he was found in the morning lying on his face, and his body already stiff. We were both alike involved in the same awful responsibility, for the Indians drank as much at one house as the other, though his death occurred at the establishment of the other party. The Company only permit the sale of liquors to the natives when the presence of opponents renders it an indispensable article of trade, as it is by this unhallowed traffic that the petty traders realize their greatest profit. Yet this plea of necessity, however satisfactory it may appear in a certain quarter, will not, I feel assured, be accepted in our vindication by the world, nor hereafter in our justification at that tribunal where worldly considerations have no influence. Information soon reached the camp of the calamity that had happened, which promptly silenced the clamorous mirth that prevailed; and the voice of mourning succeeded--the Indians being all in good crying trim, that is, intoxicated; for I have never seen an Indian shed a tear when sober. No more liquor was traded; the relatives of the deceased departed with the body to the Lake of Two Mountains, and the other Indians started |
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