Translated from "Nordmændene i Amerika"
by Martin Ulvestad, 1905
Norwegian Colony at Gaspe, Quebec Province
About a Norwegian colonizing attempt at
Gaspé, at the mouth of the St.
Lawrence River, Canada, about 1860, Pastor N. C. Brun ( then a 15 year
old lad) writes;
"Father, like the other neighbors, had sought out a
homestead, and it
was now time to begin to get ready for winter. But to get through
impenetrable forest was not so easily done. One had to clear and make
roads, bridges had to be built across small rivers and everyone was
concerned about the little they had brought.
In this need, the government came to our assistance and every capable
man obtained all the work he could handle for a reasonable pay. As far
as I can recall, father got $1.25 per day, I got $1.00 - naturally
without board - but we felt as though we worked for ourselves. The
roads were thus opened so that one could get through with a wagon. The
worst torment during this work was the mosquitoes, who in our open huts
at night, drew more blood than we had sweated during the day at work.
Eventually we got so used to them that we did not feel their sting, if
we could have been deaf, we not have heard their song!
As soon as we were more or less finished with the
road work, the work
began of clearing a place for the homes for all, falling timber and
building. The timber did not have to be transported. At most places,
enough timber could be cut to build a good-sized house. The main
problem
was that the pines at the place could be too big for our purpose and
therefore we had to look about for more suitable sizes. In this manner
we raised three houses in our neighborhood but only two were fitted out.
Before we were finished with our building, it began,
in October, to
rain - and such rain! I will give an example, one of the bridges we
built, we had to rebuild because the water washed it away. Then,
because of its length, the snow broke it down, and we had to re-erect
it, so altogether we had to raise it four times that fall. As well, old
bridges that had stood for years were swept away, and all the
gristmills that had stood for many years were similarly carried away.
There was not a mill left standing anywhere for 30 miles. After one
sudden and unexpected change of weather, in the morning we found the
land in the quiet forest covered with over a foot of loose snow, and -
to be brief - on the morning of Christmas Eve, we had to crawl out the
attic window if we wanted to get out, and we found that the snow was 8
feet deep, so loose that we could shove a stick all the way down. It
began to look a little unpleasant for Christmas. We had enough firewood
and in our little neighborhood, we had food. It looked worse in several
places for the price of a barrel of flour had gone up to 20 dollars in
that time. Later in the winter, it could not be obtained for any price.
The immediate reason for this sad situation was
first and foremost that
as soon as the St. Lawrence River and Gulf froze, ship traffic stopped.
So, literally, nothing could be brought in.
However, there was one, whose all-seeing eye had
peered deeper into the
dark than we, and long before us. Had not his care showed so suddenly,
would many a poor newcomer have closed his eyes in the anguish of
starvation that winter.
In November, towards the end of the month, a large
bark sprang a leak
in the gulf outside Gaspe. It had to come in for repairs. The damage
showed itself to be so serious that it could not be quickly be
repaired. Therefore, the cargo had to be brought ashore. It consisted
of many thousands of bushels of maize.
When the government had heard, during the winter, of
the newcomer's
need, they immediately ordered that the maize should be issued to the
needy and that they begin with the moist first, but the load was mostly
distributed so the need was helped.
But to convert the maize into food was another matter. As already
mentioned, the mills were gone. But the coffee mill remained and it
suffered on many occasions. In our neighborhood, a hand mill had been
brought from Norway. It went night and day, when one person stopped,
another took over. The grindstones were completely worn out when spring
came. All in all however, it was a great help and without that help
things truly would have looked dark. But, God governs.
Then, one after another began to decide to go to the
States, mother and
I also wished that we should follow. To this we always got the answer
from father that we had ruined everything we owned and that it was
impossible to start again at another place.
But there came a day, about the middle of April, when we had sawn all the
trees around our trestle and had to move it. We had long had our eye on
a group of lovely firs that would measure about two feet in diameter.
To roll these onto the trestle, we could not leave the trestle on top
of the snow, but had to dig down to the ground to get a firm footing.
When we reached the ground, we found we did not need the trestle, it
sufficed to lay some smaller logs across the hole and roll the firs
onto them, it was deep enough for me to stand on the ground and saw. It
took 7-8 feet of arm and saw length.
Then father gave up. There seemed to be no more hope
for spring and
fall. After a month of fishing at Perce with Captain Holst, later of
Chicago, and as soon as there was regular steamship service to Quebec,
we and many others, all those who had lived at our little settlement
and others, took the first steamship"