Hail Brave hearts
In the era of yesteryear, the land was young, and people from Europe sought passage to this place, seeking a new freedom, a quest for new life, a new self fulfillment, a new community, a new start in the world. This was Canada, when it was young, a place for settlers to, call their home. Strong people, adventurous, industrious, hard working and courageous, they flocked to this land for their rights to a new life. Free of the constraints of power in Europe, the new colonialists forged ahead, seeking refuge, land, a place to farm and a place to call home. This is us, in Canada. Young, welcoming, offering a life to those who were willing to make the journey and to work for a life like no other.
The wild calls, with it’s howling voice, its watches with it’s thousand eyes, it hears with it’s sharp ears and vanishes into the bush, only to emerge at night and howl some more.
The crack of a branch in the forest. Who’s out there? Only a wild cat? Only a bear? Who lurks in the bushes and stalks us? In the quiet of the forest, when the wind rushes through the trees, the clamour of restless birds, announce the presence of the stranger. In the wild of the waterways, the rushing water tumbles over rapids and waterfalls. Dangerous rivers, dangerous portages, dangerous stormy lakes, all lead to the wealth of a land of promise. The new land of plenty, if you dare to seek it. Follow the treasure map to the X that marks the place. Here you will find what you seek, if you survive the perilous journey to reach it.
How long will this journey take depends on you. It depends on your skills, your health, your aptitudes, fortitude and negotiation., or perhaps, stealth and quiet. It’s a dangerous game, but for the many who sought this refuge in the wild, the high stakes must have been worth effort. The right to own land, to have a freedom.
The journey across the Atlantic Ocean is just the beginning. A 5403 kilometer start to an uncertain finish in old Quebec City. Such a long and tiresome journey for the the hopeful stalwarts of the day. Alas, this is not the X on this map. Old Quebec is not the treasure for this group of immigrants, longing for a fresh new start in a wild and uncompromising land. This refuge in the storm is not for them. This fabulous colony, so fortuitous, the weary, grateful travellers can cast their eyes on the potential that awaits them. A city! It’s possible. It’s possible to tame this land. It’s possible to farm here, and to enjoy the benefits of a tenuous freedom.
There are freedoms from some things, but the land and it’s inhabitants are still in charge. Push on, oh brave hearts, push on. Seek your fortune. Find the treasure. It’s promised to you, if you survive. So brave hearts, if you should choose to accept this challenge, your good fortune and perhaps fame awaits you. Good luck.
written by Dr Louise Hayes
April 11, 2022