had constructed at considerable expense at the mouth of the Gray
Beaver, was destroyed by fire. A little later a 'premature'
explosion of dynamite cost us ten thousand dollars and two weeks'
labor of fifty men. I organized a special guard service, composed
of fifty of my best men, but it seemed to do no good. Since then
we have lost three miles of road-bed, destroyed by a washout. A
terrific charge of dynamite had been used to let down upon us the
water of a lake which was situated at the top of a ridge near our
right of way. Whoever our enemies are, they seem to know our most
secret movements, and attack us whenever we leave a vulnerable
point open. The most surprising part of the whole affair is this:
in spite of my own efforts to keep our losses quiet the rumor has
spread for hundreds of miles around us, even reaching Churchill,
that the northerners have declared war against our enterprise and
are determined to drive us out. Two-thirds of my men believe this.
MacDougall, my engineer, believes it. Between my working forces
and the Indians, French, and half-breeds about us there has slowly
developed a feeling of suspicion and resentment. It is growing--
every day, every hour. If it continues it can result in but two
things--ruin for ourselves, triumph for those who are getting at
us in this dastardly manner. If something is not done very soon--
within a month--perhaps less--the country will run with the blood
of vengeance from Churchill to the Barrens. If what I expect to
happen does happen there will be no government road built to the
Bay, the new buildings at Churchill will turn gray with disuse,
the treasures of the north will remain undisturbed, the country
itself will slip back a hundred years. The forest people will be
filled with hatred and suspicion so long as the story of great
wrong travels down from father to son. And this wrong, this crime--"