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Pioneer Profile, cont'd

came, though. I've seen nearly 100 mo-
ose in one look. I've shot a moose and
had 12 of them standing around watch-
ing while I dressed it out." Glen and
his partner spent that winter trapping
coyote, lynx and beaver, heading to
Telegraph Creek after the spring hunt
in 1926.

"In those days there was only two
white women in Telegraph: Mrs. Hyland,
and Mrs. Dodge. Sid Barrington ran
the freight boats up the Stikine from
Wrangell. In 1926 I went to work for
Hudson Bay freighting supplies between
Telegraph Creek and the head of Dease
Lake.

For the next 20 years, Glen was in
the freighting business in one way or
another. "We used the Cats to pull wa-
gonloads of supplies the 70-odd miles,"
he remembered. "In good times, it to-
ok us three days to make it loaded to
Dease Lake, and two days to make it
back.'' But things were not always id-
eal on the wagon raod. ''Sometimes it >
would take us a week one way. We'd
get mired in the mud, the wagons would
tip over, and we'd have to unload them
Then we unpacked the wagons, got them
back up, reloaded them and slogged a-
long a bit further."

Summers were spent freighting, wi-
nters spent trapping, hunting or car-
rying the mail from Atlin. ''Hudson Bay
had the mail contract", Glen recalled,
"and we'd get $250. a month to feed
ourselves and our dogs, making one tr-
ip a month with the mail."

World War II found Glen again in
the service, freighting airport cons-
truction supplies down Dease Lake and
River to a supply dump about three mi-
"They sent in
scne deepsea captains to run tugboats
on the Dease,'' he chuckled. "I never
saw such a mess in my life." A friend
,told Glen they were going to take him
to run one of the tugboats. ''Not me!"
he said. 'But the next trip up, they
had one of those tugs for me - 70 feet
long", Glen laughed. ''No sense compl-
aining, so here I was Captain on a 70'
tugboat bringing two loaded 40 foot
scows down Dease Lake and River. That's
140 feet long!'' Glen explained how he
could navigate through the narrow sec-
tions. 'We went through with one scow
at a time. I had seven deckhands, and
they were kept pretty busy."

Until 1943, Glen freighted in sum-
mer and trapped in winter. He married
in Telegraph Creek, and two daughters
were born there. When the Hudson Bay
Post at McDame Post closed down in '43,
Glen moved his growing family there.
"Those eight years at McDame Post were
the best years I can remember"',he said.
"We didn't have a care in the world.
Had a good garden, moose were plenti-
ful, and we never spent a winter alone
Glen's two sons were born at the Post.

When we asked what kind of work he
did while he lived at the Post, he
said, '' Well, I prospected a little,
and, ah, well, whatever I did, I don't
recall it as work!"

In the spring months, the Indian
people would camp at McDame Post on
the shore opposite the old trading po-
st and wait for the fur boat to arrive.
"Fellow named Larsen ran the fur boat
for Hudson Bay then, and they'd trade

four or five tons of furs every spring.

The land across the Dease was an In-
dian reserve. Still is, I guess. The
Indian agent, Harper Reed, made it a
reserve,'' Glen said. ''As I remember,
every time a white man went to settle
anywhere, Harper Reed would: make: it-a
reserve!"

Freighting on the narrow reaches of
the Dease River during World War II.
Glen iHope Captained a tugboat for the
Army on the Dease in the 1940's.

Glen described his recollection of
Harper Reed, a well-known figure in
early Cassiar history in the 1900's.
"He was an Englishman- an efficient
Englishman. Kind of aloof - very offi-
cial. He kept to himself a lot, and

didn't mix in with the activities here.

Stuffy, you might say."

Glen's wife was...."'a better doc-
tor than she was a patient", Glen re-
called. "She had her first aid ticket,

- and we had more medicines than you wo-

uld believe. We had some you couldn't
even get today. People got the scur-
vies in those days, and some died of
them."

We asked Glen if he could give us
some examples of the differences be-
tween today and the old days.

"When we wanted to go somewhere, we
just put one foot in front of the ot-
her. We didn't need a truck to go do-
wn the road with. If I wanted to go to
Telegraph, I just went,"’ he said. "It
was a five day trip. I'd always stop
at the Asp Place at Porter's Landing
for a feed. Mrs. Asp was a great cook,
and you always got fed in her house.
One day I asked her, ‘Dorothy, how co-
me you're such a good cook?' She told
me she got the Family Herald magazine
and used the recipes out of that.
Today, nobody walks anywhere. Nope.
You gotta have a truck, they say."

Another great difference in today
compared with the old days was the
honesty of people. ‘My son John has
had more than $1,000 worth of tools
stolen from his station since he got
it started. Why, we could leave our
cabins open for months at a time, and
never miss anything. If they used the
cabin, they'd replace the grub, and
the firewood, and the kindling. Now-
adays'; Glen remarked, sadly, "You ca-
n't keep your eyes off your stuff, or
someone will walk off with it. There's
no respect anymore."

As we finished our afternoon toget-
her, Glen said, "Two things I always
loved - horses and dogs. If a man had
those, he was’ happy. I haven't kept
horses for a few years, but I've got
my dog, Opal, and he's my friend."

Glen Hope may not be able to get
around physically like he did when he
was younger, but his mind and his mem-
ory have no troubles in travelling the
years with stories and recollections.
His age hasn't dulled his wit, either.
We asked what he considered his favor-

“ite rifles Et .was .a. 300 Savage... A.go-.

od gun. I could hit a moose better at

We found this hanging on the door at
Mighty:Moe's cabin at Cotton Lake.
It was old, discolored and kind of
ragged, but it made good sense, even
fer today:

Gode of the North

. When using a man's cabin, and before
leaving, wash the dishes, leave shav-
ings and kindling and as much wood as
you used, if not more. Also close the
door or the cabin. If barricaded ag-
ainst bears, put the barricade back.
. Never ask a man what religion he
has, for the great outdoors is his
place of worship.
. Never speak disrespectfully of a
woman - we all had mothers.

Always give the other fellow a lift
when the going gets tough.
. Don't abuse a dog, for he is man's
best friend - especially on the trail.
. Don't kill game wantonly - only
what you need, or for someone who is
out of meat.
. Call a strange masher in and give
him some stew or even a flop if nec-
essary.
. Don't waste ammunition by shooting
just to be shooting - the last cart-
ridge may save your life.
. Keep your matches and footgear dry
on the trail and never drink whiskey
or other spirits on the trail - It
may be fatal to you.

. Don't wander around when the fog
comes in and you can't see where you'-
re going. - wait til it clears.

. Don't set bush fires - they destroy

game and other wild life.

. Parboil your bacon before frying -
it will not cause so much rheumatism.
. Be sanitary about your eating and

_ the camp -. do not pollute the waters

and atmosphere.

Don't tell the other fellow your
troubles, especially love or matrimon-
ial - he may have some of his own.

. Keep off the other fellows trapline,
literally and figuratively.
George J. Gale

Hudson Bay building at McDame Post

1000 yards with it than I could up cl-
ose. I had my partner use binoculars
on the moose. He'd tell me where the
first two shots went, and I'd correct
on the next shot. Within three shots
I'd have the moose. Hate to tell you
how many I missed up close." When I
asked Glen how far away the moose was
on his longest kill, he said, 'Well,
I don't know how long it was, but we
damn near starved to death walking to
ati

That was a long shot...in a long
life...a long time ago in the memory.
of a true Cassiar country pioneer...

GLEN HOPE