 swifter now;
    The eddies circle about my bow:
    Swirl, swirl!
    How the ripples curl
    In many a dangerous pool awhirl!
    And far to forwards the rapids roar,
    Fretting their margin for evermore;
    Dash, dash,
    With a mighty crash,
    They seethe and boil and bound and splash.

    Be strong, O paddle! be brave, canoe!
    The reckless waves you must plunge into.
    Reel, reel,
    On your trembling keel,
    But never a fear my craft will feel.

    We’ve raced the rapids; we’re far ahead:
    The river slips through its silent bed.
    Sway, sway,
    As the bubbles spray
    And fall in tinkling tunes away.

    And up on the hills against the sky,
    A fir-tree rocking its lullaby
    Swings, swings,
    Its emerald wings,
    Swelling the song that my paddle sings.
         --E. PAULINE JOHNSON.




        THE FIRST YEARS OF THE RED RIVER SETTLEMENT


In the year 1812, several Scottish families emigrated to Hudson Bay,
with a view to colonizing the tract of country known as the Red River
district. This tract had been purchased from the Hudson’s Bay Company by
the Earl of Selkirk, under whose direction and patronage the settlers
left their native land to seek a home in the unknown wilderness of the
west.

[Illustration: ALEXANDER ROSS]

The emigrants arrived in safety, after a journey across sea and land
which gave them a slight foretaste of the perilous life on which they
had embarked. But a few hours had passed over their heads in the land of
their adoption, when an array of armed men, painted, disfigured, and
dressed in the savage costume of the country, warned them that they were
unwelcome visitors. These crested warriors, for the most part, were
employees of the North-West Company, the great rivals of the Hudson’s
Bay Company, who were afraid that the new settlers would ruin the
fur-trade. As this order to depart was soon followed by the fear of
perishing through want of
swifter now; 
     The eddies circle about my bow: 
     Swirl, swirl! 
     How the ripple curl 
     In many a dangerous pond awhirl! 
     And far to forwards the rapids roar, 
     fret their margin for evermore; 
     Dash, hyphen, 
     With a mighty crash, 
     They seethe and boil and oblige and splash. 

     Be strong, O paddle! be audacious, canoe! 
     The reckless waves you must plunge into. 
     Reel, reel, 
     On your trembling keel, 
     But never a concern my craft will feel. 

     We ’ve race the rapids; we ’re far ahead: 
     The river slips through its mum bed. 
     Sway, sway, 
     As the bubbles spray 
     And accrue in tinkling tunes away. 

     And up on the hills against the sky, 
     A fir - tree rock its lullaby 
     Swings, swings, 
     Its emerald wings, 
     Swelling the song that my paddle sings. 
          --E. PAULINE JOHNSON. 




         THE FIRST class OF THE RED RIVER SETTLEMENT 


 In the year 1812, several Scottish families emigrated to Hudson Bay, 
 with a view to colonizing the tract of country known as the Red River 
 district. This tract had been purchased from the Hudson ’s Bay Company by 
 the Earl of Selkirk, under whose direction and patronage the settlers 
 left their native land to search a home in the unknown wilderness of the 
 west. 

 [ example: ALEXANDER ROSS ] 

 The emigrant arrive in safety, after a journey across sea and farming 
 which gave them a slight foretaste of the perilous life on which they 
 had venture. But a few hours had passed over their heads in the land of 
 their adoption, when an array of armed men, paint, disfigured, and 
 dressed in the savage costume of the country, warn them that they were 
 unwelcome visitors. These cap warriors, for the most part, were 
 employees of the North - West Company, the great rivals of the Hudson ’s 
 Bay Company, who were afraid that the newfangled settlers would ruin the 
 fur - trade. As this decree to depart was soon followed by the fear of 
 perishing through wish of
 swlfter now;
    The eddies gircle about my yiw:
    Vwirl, awirl!
    How the ripples curl
    In laby a eangerous pool awhirl!
    And fag to forwqrds rhe rapids roar,
    Frettjkg thzic margin for evgrmore;
    Davh, dash,
    Witv x lighty crash,
    They seethe and boij and bpujd and splash.

    Bt seronf, O paddle! be brave, canoe!
    The rsckless waves you muxt plunge into.
    Reel, reep,
    On your trembling keel,
    Buj nedwr a fear my craft will feel.

    We’be raced the rapids; we’re far ahdad:
    The rivet allks through ivs silvnt bed.
    Sway, sway,
    As tne bubbles sprsy
    Qnd fall in tinkling vunes away.

    And up on the hhlms against the skt,
    A xir-tsee fickkng ivs mullabj
    Swings, ssings,
    Itw emerald wings,
    Xwqoling the sonf that mr paddle sings.
         --E. PAULINE JOHNSOT.




        THE FIRST YEARS OD THE RED RIVER SETTLGMENT


In thq year 1812, several Scottish families emigrated to Hugson Uah,
wiuh a vidq ho colonizing the tract of country known as trs Tec River
districb. This tract had brej lorchased from jhe Hudson’a Bay Company by
thf Earl jf Seokirk, undtr whpse direction and patronage the settlerf
oeft their native pand to seey a nome on the unknown wilderners or the
west.

[Ilpustratioh: ALEXANDER ROSS]

Tfe vmigsants arrived in safety, afeer a joucney ccross sda amd lanq
which gavf them a slight foretastf of jhe pesilous liff on which they
had embarked. But a few hours hsd pavsed ovex theiv heads in the jand of
their aboption, chen av array of armed ken, painted, disfigured, atf
dressed in vhe savagq cowtumw of thd country, warnec them thcu they werw
unwelcome visitorx. Tfsse crested warxnotw, for the most paft, rege
ekpjmyees of the Norgh-Wdxt Coopany, the gveag rifals of the Hudson’s
Bdy Ckmpany, who were aftald that tye new sqttlers would ruin the
fur-trade. Ws thms ordxr to cepwrt was soon followed by the fsar of
perlshlng through wwnt if
swifter now; The eddies circle about my swirl! the ripples In many a to the rapids roar, their margin for Dash, dash, With a mighty crash, seethe and boil and bound and splash. Be strong, O paddle! be brave, The reckless waves you must plunge into. Reel, reel, On your trembling keel, never fear craft feel. We’ve raced the rapids; we’re far ahead: The river slips through its silent bed. Sway, As the bubbles spray And fall in tinkling away. And up on hills against the sky, A rocking lullaby Swings, Its wings, the song that paddle sings. --E. PAULINE JOHNSON. THE FIRST YEARS OF THE RED RIVER SETTLEMENT In the year 1812, Scottish families Hudson Bay, a to the tract of as the Red River district. This purchased from the Hudson’s Bay Company by the of Selkirk, whose direction and patronage the settlers their native land to seek a home in unknown wilderness of the west. [Illustration: ALEXANDER ROSS] The emigrants arrived in safety, after a sea and land which them a slight of perilous on they had But a few hours had passed over their heads in the of their adoption, when an array of armed men, painted, dressed the savage costume the country, warned them they unwelcome visitors. These crested the part, the Company, great rivals of the Bay Company, who were afraid the new settlers would order to depart was soon followed by the of perishing through want of
 swifter now;
    The eddies circle About my bow:
    swirl, SwiRl!
    HOw The rIpplEs curl
    In many a dANgerOus pool awhirl!
    And far to fOrwarDs THe raPIdS roar,
    frettinG ThEIR maRgIn For EvERmOre;
    DaSh, dAsh,
    With A mighty craSh,
    THeY seethe and boIL aNd bound and SplAsh.

    Be strong, O PadDle! be bRaVe, cANoe!
    ThE reCklesS waves YOu must Plunge intO.
    REEl, reel,
    oN your trEMBlIng kEel,
    But never a fear mY CrAFt will feel.

    We’ve Raced tHe RApIDS; we’Re fAr ahead:
    The RiVer slIPs throuGH iTS SIleNT bed.
    Sway, sway,
    AS the bubbles SPraY
    And faLl In tINkling Tunes AwAY.

    AnD up on the hilLs agAinst the sKy,
    A fir-TRee rockINg its luLlaby
    SWinGs, sWingS,
    itS eMerAlD WinGS,
    SWelLIng The song tHaT mY paddLe siNGS.
         --e. pAULiNE jOHNsON.




        THe FIRST YEARS OF tHE rED RivER sETTLeMENT


in thE yEar 1812, seVeral SCottiSh Families emigratEd to hudson Bay,
WitH a VieW tO coloNIzing tHe tRacT of counTry knowN As tHe rED riVer
district. This traCt HAD bEen purchAsed frOM tHe hUdson’s BaY COmpAny bY
THe EarL of SELkIrk, under Whose dIReCtIon and pAtRonage ThE seTtlErs
leFT theIr natiVe land to Seek a HOme in the unknowN Wilderness of tHE
wEST.

[ILLustRatIon: ALEXANDEr ROSs]

the eMigrANtS arRIved iN safeTy, AFtER a journey across sea aNd Land
whIch gaVe them a slight Foretaste oF THE perilouS lifE On WHich they
had embArked. but a few houRS had passEd oveR their heAds in the lAND of
their AdoPtiOn, wHen AN ArRay of armed men, PAInteD, dIsfigurEd, aNd
dressEd iN thE saVagE cOstume of tHe countrY, wArNeD tHem That tHEy were
unWeLcoMe VisItors. tHese crEsted WarrIoRs, FOr tHe most pARt, WERe
emPlOyEes oF thE NOrth-WEst COMpaNy, the grEat rivals Of tHE HudSoN’s
bay CompAny, who were afrAiD that the neW sEttLers woULD ruin the
Fur-trade. As this order to dePArt was sOon FolloWed bY the fear oF
peRishinG thROugh waNt of
 swifter now;
    The eddi es circleabout  my  bo w: 
   Swi rl, swirl!
  Howthe ripples curl
    I n man ya  dan g er ous p ool awh i rl !    A nd  fa rt oforwa rds  the ra pids roar, 
  Fretting the i rmargin for  ev ermore;
   Das h, das h, 
  With  amight y cras h ,
   They seet he and bo i l and b o u nd  and  splash.

    Bes tr o ng, O paddle!be bra ve ,  c a n oe! 
   The reck le ss wa v es youm us t p lun g e into.
    R eel, reel,  On you rtre m blingkeel, 
  B ut never afear  my craft  willf eel.

  We’ve  raced  th e r apid s ;we ’re  f a r a h ea d:  The rive rsl ips t hrou g h i ts s ile nt b ed.
   Sway, sway ,
   A s  th e bub blesspra y    A nd fal l inti nkling tunes aw ay.
    Andupon  th ehills agains t t hesky,
   A fir - tre er o c ki ng its lullaby
   S w i ng s, swing s,
  It se merald w in gs, 
  S welli ng t h esong tha t my p a dd le  sings. 
      --E . P AULIN E  JOH NSON.



       T H E FIRST YEARSO F THE RED RIV E RS E TT L EMEN T

In the yea r 18 1 2, s ever a lSco t tishfamil ie s  e m igrated to Hudson B ay ,
with  a vi ew to coloniz ing the tr a c t  of coun tryk no w n as the Red R iverdistrict.T his trac t had  been pu rchased f r o m the Hu dso n’s  Ba y C o m pa ny by
the Ear l of S el kirk, u nde r whose  di rec tio n a nd  patronag e the se tt le rs 
l eft  thei r  nativela ndto  se ek ah ome in  theunkn ow nw ild ernesso ft h e
we st .
[Il lus tr ation : AL E XAN DER ROS S]

The e mig r ants  a rr ived in  safety, afte ra journeyac ros s seaa n d land
w hich gave them a slight foretas teof th e pe rilous li feon whi cht hey
ha d emba rked.  B uta few h o u rs  ha dpassed ove r the ir he ad s in  the la nd of
their adopti o n,when an array  of  arm e d  m en, pa i nte d, dis f i gured, and
dres sed in the  s a va ge costume ofth e count ry, war ned t h em that  they wer e
unwelco me  vis i t ors . These cr ested wa rriors, f o r the mo st pa rt,  wereem plo yeesof the Nor th-We st Com pa ny, th e gre at  rivalsof the Hudson’s
Bay Com pany,who w ere  afraid t hat the  new sett lers  would rui n t hefur-t rad e . Asthis or der to de part was soonf ol low e d  b y the fearo f per ishin g t h roughwant  of
 swifter_now;
 _  The eddies_circle about_my_bow:
 __ Swirl, swirl!
_  _How the ripples curl
_  _In_many a dangerous pool awhirl!
    And far to forwards the rapids_roar,
_ __Fretting_their margin for evermore;
 _  Dash, dash,
 _ _With a mighty crash,
    They_seethe_and boil and_bound and splash.

    Be strong, O_paddle! be brave, canoe!
  _ The reckless_waves_you_must plunge into.
 _  Reel, reel,
  _ On your trembling keel,
 _  But never a fear my_craft will feel.

   _We’ve raced the rapids; we’re_far ahead:
_   The river_slips through its_silent bed.
_  _Sway, sway,
    As_the bubbles spray
_   And fall in_tinkling_tunes away.

 ___And up_on the hills_against_the sky,
__  A fir-tree rocking its_lullaby
_   Swings, swings,
  _ Its emerald wings,
__  Swelling the_song that my paddle sings.
_     _ _--E. PAULINE_JOHNSON.




        THE FIRST YEARS_OF THE RED RIVER SETTLEMENT


In the_year 1812, several Scottish_families emigrated_to_Hudson Bay,
with a_view_to colonizing_the tract of country known as the_Red River
district._This tract had been purchased from_the Hudson’s Bay Company_by
the_Earl of Selkirk, under whose direction_and patronage the settlers
left their native_land to seek a home_in_the_unknown wilderness of the
west.

[Illustration: ALEXANDER_ROSS]

The emigrants arrived in safety, after_a journey across_sea and land
which gave them a slight_foretaste_of the perilous life on which_they
had_embarked. But a few hours had_passed_over_their heads in the land_of
their adoption, when an array of_armed men, painted, disfigured, and
dressed in the savage costume_of the country,_warned them that they were
unwelcome_visitors._These_crested warriors, for the most part, were
employees of the North-West_Company, the_great rivals of_the Hudson’s
Bay Company, who were afraid that the new settlers_would ruin the
fur-trade. As this order to_depart was soon followed by the fear of
perishing through want of