In 1939, I stood in the cemetery at Gogama, Ontario. My grandfather, James Slater Miller was being
buried on the side of a hill. It overlooked the forests and lakes he travelled
by canoe and dog team for almost 50 years. He was one of the last of the fur
traders who married Indigenous women, raised families, manned the trading posts
and ruled these vast territories as judge, jury, doctor and mediator for the
Hudson’s Bay Company. They, along with the Indigenous population, adventurers,
missionaries, doctors and teachers, kept the country together and made it
strong.
A news item published in the Sudbury Star
the day before read:
James Miller, north pioneer passed away. He was Factor with the Hudson’s Bay Company – one of the most colourful frontier figures for the past century in the north, died early this morning in Gogama in his 86th year. From many remote parts of the District, Indians, trappers who can be reached will come by canoe and trail to Gogama where tomorrow afternoon at 2 p.m. a simple funeral service will be conducted at St Mary’s Anglican Church. Canon G. Prewer will conduct the service for the widely respected Factor, who in his later years of retirement had been affectionately known as the “Old Man.”
In 2018, his descendants gathered on the
same hill. Bagpipes played Scotland the Brave, Going Home and Amazing
Grace. We placed a plaque, attached to a stone from the Canadian Shield, on
his grave. It replaced a leaning and fragmented wooden cross that stood as a
sentinel and guardian for those many years in between. There was a religious
service and remembrances.
I imagined what it must have been like for
him to leave home.
Staff House at Moose Bay Hudson Bay post |
On a windy day in 1871, 16-year-old James
and other young men in Orkney, Scotland, signed a five-year contract for 25
pounds to work in the fur trade as labourers, voyageurs and tradesmen for the
Hudson’s Bay Company. Most would never return.
A lone piper, his tam o’shanter tipped slightly on the side and a vest covering a homespun woolen shirt, played them farewell. Mothers, fathers, siblings and friends shed tears as these men and boys turned and waved as they walked the gangplank, carrying chests and duffel bags to this place of ice and snow called Canada, a land of myth and illusion.
A lone piper, his tam o’shanter tipped slightly on the side and a vest covering a homespun woolen shirt, played them farewell. Mothers, fathers, siblings and friends shed tears as these men and boys turned and waved as they walked the gangplank, carrying chests and duffel bags to this place of ice and snow called Canada, a land of myth and illusion.
The onlookers cheered as salutes were fired
from gun batteries of 19-pounders at Hoy Sound and echoed in the ever-present
wind. Sailors, high in the rigging, unfurled the billowing sails. Three ships,
loaded with supplies and men, began the six-week journey across the North
Atlantic to Canada.
After a year’s service at Moose Factory,
the main trading post on James Bay, he was sent to Fort Mattagami as a
voyageur. He married Hannah Naveau and raised 9 children. Her ancestors were
the Métis from the Red River Settlement, now located in Manitoba. Others were
the Faries and Hardisty families, Hudson’s Bay Company Chief Traders and
Governors. James Miller was one
of the signatories, along with his brother-in-law James Naveau, of Treaty No. 9
in 1906.
Hannah would leave a lamp burning in the
window during the nights she expected James home from his travels delivering
furs to Moose Factory on the James Bay coast, for shipment to England. They
returned with supplies and trade goods. One night in November 1903, James
noticed from faraway up the lake that the house was in darkness. She had died
of tuberculosis.
Hudson Bay store in Gogama |
During the last year
of his life, I remember seeing my grandfather sitting and sobbing. He’d talk of
his sister, Mary. When I asked my mother why she said he was yearning for his
family he’d last seen as a boy. Like most of the immigrants of those times it
was the last they’d ever see of their families.
The following afternoon, on Canada Day, we
gathered at our grandmother Hannah’s gravesite at the Mattagami First Nation
Reserve for a ceremony in her honour. In the evening there was a gathering at
the community centre and a celebration of their lives. Then came the feast.
Elders led the group to long tables. Wine
was poured and toasts rang out.
Approximately 100 of
their descendants, with relatives and friends, reached out for a long neglected
relationship. The differences that resulted from those who left the
land of our heritage and those who stayed are being reconciled. Many will
attend the powwow and visit the new acquaintances and friends made this summer.
It was an opportunity for this diverse
group to come together and discover whom we are, where we came from and embrace
our differences and rich history. We brought the teachings of our ancestors
alive, and remembered the other men and women who experienced the triumphs and
adversity in this remote, harsh but beautiful land.
Gordon Miller is a visual artist and writer living in Oakville Ontario.
Note: Gord originally published "A Family Legacy" in the Globe and Mail in their “First Person” feature. For information on submitting a personal essay to the Globe and Mail (and to 21 other places), see here.
Note: Gord originally published "A Family Legacy" in the Globe and Mail in their “First Person” feature. For information on submitting a personal essay to the Globe and Mail (and to 21 other places), see here.
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