“ At night, after the last pipe is smoked and you are about turning in to get what sleep you can with no roof to cover you but the far-off heavens, then turn up your pants to the knee and jump, bare-footed and bare-legged into the nearby snow and stand in it until you can bear it no longer, then stand near the blazing camp-fire and with a coarse towel, or bag, rub the legs and feet well until the blood is tingling, and the color of your lower extremities resembles a boiled lobster, and my word for it, you will rest better, sleep sounder and arise refreshed — what you never enjoyed before. ”
Martin Hunter
Summary
"Canadian Wilds" by Martin Hunter is a vivid account of survival and endurance in 19th-century Canada’s untamed wilderness, focusing on the harsh realities of trapping, hunting, and the interdependent yet dangerous bond between humans and nature. Through the experiences of figures like the resilient trapper Comeau and Indigenous communities, the text explores themes of isolation, the relentless challenges of the environment, and the practical skills required to thrive in a world dominated by beavers, bears, and the unforgiving elements.
Hunter’s narrative underscores the physical and psychological toll of solitude, emphasizing the importance of companionship and the delicate balance between human ambition and the raw power of the wild. The work combines the harsh beauty of the Canadian frontier with the indomitable spirit of those who navigate it.
Quotes from Canadian Wilds (Martin Hunter)
“ Man was not intended to live alone, and a trapper who passes the best part of his life far away from his fellow man becomes selfish, crabbed and morose. No matter how successful he may have been in his hunting years, when old age comes on, his last moments are generally passed alone in some miserable shanty, covered with dirty and musty old clothes and blankets, no one to pass him a drink of water or wipe the death sweat from his brow, or else some good person on the fringe of civilization, partly from charity or necessity, takes in the broken old hulk and keeps him until the end. ”
“ If I was to tell you as a fact, my dear sir, that a bushman sees the track of some wild animal in the snow, he can tell you not only the name of the animal, but if it was male or female, within an hour of the time the tracks were made, if it was calm or blowing and the direction of the wind at that time and many other minor things, you would think this wonderful. ”
