When my family was down with seasickness I wandered all over the ship. I saw this boxing match on the steerage deck. The onlookers cheered every time the boxers hit each other. I was disgusted and couldn’t watch, but Victor thought it was fun.
I had so much fun exploring the ship with Victor, but I got in trouble with Curly, the head steward. Later, I got in even worse trouble with Reverend Lloyd.
Here’s the poster that convinced my Dad to emigrate to the North-West Territories. It sounds easy, doesn’t it? Homes for everybody, easy to reach. We were some surprised to learn that we had to walk 200 miles to reach our land.
In Saskatoon Mam was so disappointed that there was no hotel. She was so looking forward to a comfortable bed and a hot bath. Most of the colonists had never pitched a tent before. We had to learn quickly if we wanted somewhere to sleep.
Here is the small campstove where we did all our cooking. Back in England our big cookers used coal. Now we had to learn how to chop wood into small pieces to fit in the tiny firebox.
In December 1902 the editor of the weekly newspaper in Battleford lobbied to get the Canadian government to build an immigration hall for new people like us. I’m so glad it was built by the time we arrived at Battleford!