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Rising Wolf the White Blackfoot : Hugh Monroes Story of his First Year on the Plains James Willard Schultz

Rising Wolf the White Blackfoot : Hugh Monroes Story of his First Year on the Plains

James Willard Schultz

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You ask me for the story of my life. My friend, it would fill many volumes, for I have lived a long life of great adventure. But I am glad! You shall have the story. Let us set it forth in order. So! I begin:I was born in Three Rivers Settlement,MoreYou ask me for the story of my life. My friend, it would fill many volumes, for I have lived a long life of great adventure. But I am glad! You shall have the story. Let us set it forth in order. So! I begin:I was born in Three Rivers Settlement, Province of Quebec, July 9, 1798. My father was Captain Hugh Monroe, of the English Army. My mother was Amélie de la Roche, daughter of a noble family of Frenchémigrés. Her father owned a fine mansion in Montreal, and the large estate in Three Rivers, where my father lived with her what time he was not with his regiment on some expedition.My childhood days were quiet enough. I played with the children of our peasantry- a Jesuit Father, resident with us, taught me a smattering of reading and writing in both French and English- and presently I got a gun, a beautiful, light smoothbore carrying thirty balls to the pound. From that time on it was always the gun with me. I ceased playing with the peasant children, and spent the most of my time hunting in the great forest surrounding the settlement. In my twelfth summer I killed my first deer. I shot two black bears when I was thirteen, and oh, how proud I was of that! An old pensioner of my mothers, a half-breed Montagnais Indian, too old and feeble to do much himself, taught me to trap the beaver, the otter, and the land fur-bearers, the fox, fisher, marten, and mink, and I caught many of them. Every spring my Grandfather de la Roche sold the pelts for me in Montreal for a good price, one winter catch, I remember, bringing me in thirty pounds, which was a large sum for a boy to earn in a few months time.After the beginning of 1812 I saw little of my father, for then, you know, began the war between the English and the Americans, and he was with his regiment here and there, and took part in several battles. It was in the autumn of that year that my grandfather sent for us to move in to Montreal and live with him.I did not like the town. I could neither hunt nor trap. I had little to do with the town boys- I did not understand their ways, so different from my ways. Mornings I attended the parish school- afternoons I rowed on the river, or visited in the warehouses of the Hudsons Bay Company, with which my grandfather had much to do. There I met voyageurs and trappers from far places—men dressed all in buckskin clothes, with strangely fashioned fur caps on their heads, and beaded moccasins encasing their feet. Some were[Pg 6] French, and some English, the one race having little to do with the other, but that made no difference with me- I made friends with both factions, and passed many, many pleasant hours listening to their tales of wild adventure, of fights with Indians, encounters with fierce bears of the Far West, and of perilous canoe trips on madly running rivers.That is the kind of life I want to lead, I said to myself, and, young as I was, began to importune my mother to allow me to engage with the great company. At first she but laughed at me. But as winter and summer and winter went by, and I never ceased my entreaties, not only to her, but to my grandfather, and to my father when he visited us, it became a matter not to be dismissed with idle jests.And at last I had my way. He was born for the adventurous life, and nothing else, said my father, so we may as well let him begin now, and grow up to a responsible position with the company. Who knows but he may some day become its governor!Rising Wolf the White Blackfoot : Hugh Monroes Story of his First Year on the Plains, Hugh Monroe, Hunting with Red Crow, the River People, Buffalo Hunting, the Yellow River Country, Cold Maker