Settlers in the West

Settlers in the West

Hail Bravehearts

Come out of your houses, come out to play, search for your destiny, fill it this way.  Joy for our lives, filled with our passions, educate yourself in many ways, don’t settle for small rations. Here in the mountains was a new way of life, carved from the environment, full of love  and strife.  Back in the day, when the nation was growing, came a homesteading family with a history, worth knowing.  Migrate to the mountains, fill up this land, settle this area, prosperity is at hand.  Work and strive, build your home, grow where the deer and the caribou roam.  Mighty are we,we own this land, wrought from the skills and tools of our hands.  Building a house and shed for our needs, makes us the Moberly’s and we are Metis.

Look at this beauty, this fabulous land, nature has given us her golden hand.  Flowers and scenery, game galore, all right outside our open front door.  A fabulous view, so much desired, we planned to pass this along to our descendants to admire.  In the heart of Jasper, a national park, lies the trail to our cabin, in a meadow that’s marked.  Come to our land, follow the trail, to a Canadian adventure in homesteading tale.  Brilliant flowers now nod their heads,where a family with children once softly tread.

Ancient are we, in a land we admire, full of perils and hardship and landscape that’s dire.  Mountains and crevices, rock falls and forest, fill our lives with the wild lands of birds chorus.  Settle these lands, farming, hunting and fishing, trading with explores is how we make our living. Earning our right to clear the land, is how we survived and thrived with our band.  A family are we, brothers and wives, making a living with strong family ties.

http://www.mountainmetis.com/pages/henry_john_moberly.html

The west was being opened with adventure and more as the trading posts flourished throughout our world.  Settle the nation, fill your hearts, with the bountiful prosperity that  trading starts.  A nation rich, with people so smart, that they discovered routes to join us together, not keep us apart.  From coast to coast a path was laid, and along the way, some homesteaders stayed.  Explore this world, discover this land, a nation is forming with peace at hand.

Markets and trade, influence our lives, building a homestead where families can thrive.  Open these routes, help find the path, the adventure is growing, it will stay and it lasts.  The west is fought for, it belongs to us, brilliant and daring, the exploration is a must.  Join the coasts, find a way, for this land to become a nation one day.

A place in history, is only a name, but cabins in the wilderness, is this families fame.  Interesting and ancient, when all went well, meeting travelers and explorers, is the story they tell.  Building connections, building ties, enter the landscape where this family once thrived.

Now a national park, intensely protected,whose worth to the world was UNESO`s projection. Visit us here in this world famous place, the mountains and wilderness of Canada`s grace.

Jasper National Park.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

July 13, 2017

We Got What We Asked For

Hail Bravehearts

Necessity is the mother of invention, they say, so invent away, oh brilliant ones.  We need your intelligent, focused minds.  The land is lush and forested, the ways of the new world are forming.  Unique culture, unique people, united through a necessity to survive.  The harshness is surpassed, the colony if finally a reality, a town, a community, a people of strength and character.  A new world to be proud of, a new colony to call home.  Safety and security, faith heals all.

This new destiny brings hope for longevity, wealth in adversity, dreams to fulfill and lives to share.  More happiness, more health, more survival,  more life.  A community starting to thrive and a prosperity starting to emerge.  Now the world changes and with new life, new skills emerge.  Challenges are overcome and ideas form and are listened to. Hail, oh brave ones, enter the invention.

A small effort, to bread a horse.  Commonplace and casual.  No one thinks twice about it.  So there’s a mare and there’s a stallion and a farmer needs a foal.  But this is a different world, a world of constant work.  That necessary animal needs to be changed.  Tweek those muscles, change that stature, increase that stamina.  We need a workhorse, an iron maiden, a horse of steel to work all day, to  ride on, to show with, to jump with, to teach our children to ride on.  We need a smaller horse, one that doesn’t eat too much, but well muscled for the work at hand.  We need an well rounded animal, that we can use for anything.  Work in the fields, pull a cart, take a day off for a ride on.   Please give us such an animal.  The king has sent many horses, try an experiment, fulfill our wishes, see what you can do.

And so it comes to pass.  From the breading stock of the King of France, comes several different breeds to consider.  Perhaps the Andalusian, maybe the Barb, an Arabian, a Norman, a Breton  and a draft horse.  All animals of superior breeding, all animals of quality and perfected genetics.  Each of these breeds has character and worth of it’s own.  Now, for the outcome that we desire, pick the perfect matches.

http://www.chhaps.org/breedinfo.htm  the Canadian Horse

From fine bloodlines and carefully selected breeding, comes the horse of their dreams.  Sturdy and capable, strong and even tempered.  A horse for all occasions.  Breeding their own, gives them rights, superiority of aptitude, distinction of intellect.  A breed made to order, an invention of necessity.  A work horse, a riding horse, a unique horse.  Well done, oh awesome human, to conjure up the animal of your needs.  Well done, oh early homesteader, to support your survival in such a unique way.  A new horse, and a beauty!  Hail to you, and the Canadian.

Written by Dr. Louise Hayes

September 4, 2016

The Case, page 3

Good morning, almighty human

The adventure of this day, is the adventure of our lives. Brilliant people, from far off places looked at this land with joy. A destiny awaits. A life of more than survival, more than hard work, more than toil and struggle. A life of promise, of achieving potential, of security, of freedom! A colony awaits the brave.
Venture forth, almighty ones. You have chosen the path to a destiny in a land of harsh climate and short growing season. Strength to you, brave ones, for your duty calls and you aspire. Come! Calls the great land and your ears hear the call and your mind sours with imagination and knowledge. Come to this great land and call this colony your home.
And so they came. Brave pioneers, farmers, homesteaders, settlers, bringing with them all of their skills, their training, their knowledge, their strength, their aptitude and their passion. A goal in mind. To settle the vast land and to make it their home.
Praises! Praises for the adventure of your lives and praises still for the enduring negotiation of the nation.
The livestock they brought with them were the wonderful animals whose tough genetics would survive in a land of harsh winters. Heritage breeds of livestock with superior capability of survival in this land.
Strong, independent people, with courage and foresight. Build a nation, was the rallying call. To nationhood they came.
The wild was cleared and the livestock set out to pasture. Excitement and apprehension fills the air. All of the hard work and endless planning must have the expected results. No losses, no agony, no harsh reality. Only the endless call to build, to dream, to prosperity. Only the endless call to colonize, to pursue the dream, to be daring and to venture. We cannot fail.
The livestock are a superior breed. Tough and adaptive, like their human masters. A strong and hearty creature with superior characteristics and genetics. In the sheep, superior wool and meat.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfKwQs6DBQ0 = Shropshire sheep

The family farm was fairly small, only enough land that could be cleared and maintained. Enough land to sustain them and then to push them further into prosperity. Well kept land with fertile soil and manageable crops. A lifetime of dreams to pursue. A lifeline to freedom and security. Pastures were cleared and fences erected to keep the great wild at bay.
The livestock adapted, became contented and reproduced healthy offspring. Now prosperity is possible. That being over 170 years ago and still the same strain of animals. The same genetic blood, the heritage breed of yesteryear, still producing their healthy offspring today. These belong to us. They belong to our genetic strains registered here. A breed of rare, heritage sheep. Rare for this country, deserving our attention and protection.
Over a 170 years of careful breeding, four generations of careful family farming. Lifetimes of toil, careful selection. Knowledge, skill, training, education, planning, perseverance, travel, selection, work and work and work. The toil is endless, but the results impressive. Raise the bar! Set the standard high. Achieve the ultimate goal! The lavish praises earned for endless hours of work and perseverance. To you almighty man, for steadfast dedication to your craft. A National Historic site in your name.
Then, a mishap. Eh?
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
November 24, 2013