"There's Danger in Prospecting"
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| Modern-day couple in Nunavet hauling provisions by dogsled in springtime. Source |
"In
the cold, still May air, the barking of sleigh dogs slowly died away as
John struggled to catch Nan's caribou parka hood before she slipped
beneath the ice into the cold, swirling waters." - Bob Lee's account of a life-or-death incident told to him by John Albrecht. [Source: Lee's unpublished
manuscript , "A Day in the Wilderness," 1966. Shared with me by Curtis Lee.]
Beginning in early 1949, Nan Dorland (nee Danke) Morenus and John Albrecht spent a year and a half together in northern Saskatchewan, dividing their time between Selwyn Lake and Stony Rapids. They were prospecting partners on the hunt for uranium.
“There’s danger in prospecting," the unnamed reporter for the Prince Albert Daily Herald had written on March 21, 1950. He went on to relate the story about the close call the couple had experienced the previous spring while mushing their dog team into the heart of Stony Rapids’ treacherous terrain, as told to him by Nan and John.
In May of 1949, Nan and John were on their way to their cabin at the south end of Selwyn Lake near the Saskatchewan-Northwest Territories border. They were anxious to begin a summer of prospecting. The couple took their dogsled out onto the lakes and streams even though ice breakup was nearing. "We were on crusted snow – the most dangerous and hardest to gauge of all ice," Nan explained to the reporter. Without warning, they found themselves, the dogs and the sled slowly sinking through the ice.
They "swam" ashore – by crawling with a swimming motion over the surface of the slushy snow. "We could hear water gurgling underneath," Nan said. But the dogs – and the precious supply sled – were stuck 100 feet from safety. According to the Herald's reporter, John made two trips out over the deep-snow-coated waters to pull the lead dog slowly, inch by inch, to shore.
Bob Lee's Version of the Story
Bob Lee's account of the accident, as told to him by John, provides more detail about the incident. John and Nan had left Stony Rapids three weeks before the accident but had spent those three weeks camping on the shores of Black Lake to hunt caribou and fatten up their team of nine part-wolf, part-husky sled dogs. The dogs would have to fend for themselves over the summer and Nan and John would not be taking their dogs with them on their prospecting excursions. [Sled dogs were often left on islands over the summer months.]
The night before they left for Selwyn Lake, Lee writes, John deliberately camped two miles from the dangerous narrows "so they could be crossed on the early morning frost," hoping that the ice had thickened overnight. The sled dogs were eager to start after gorging themselves on fat, barren-land caribou. As they approached the narrows, "John tried to keep [the dogs] to the obviously safe ice of the north shore," Lee continues. "But, as they ran almost uncontrolled down the dangerous central part he tried to steer them toward a bridge of older ice that looked safer." This is where the dogsled, loaded with groceries, tent, rifle, and all the necessities of life in the bush, broke through the ice.
The Site of the Accident
In order to determine the route taken by Nan and John in the spring of 1948 - and the approximate site of their dogsled accident - I decided to consult with John and Kate Rich, Canadians now living in Western Australia. In 2014, the Riches canoed from Black Lake to Baker Lake, retracing on the first part of their journey the route John and Nan would have taken from Black Lake to their cabin on Selwyn Lake. Source
John Rich was more than happy to help me out. After studying several maps and aerial photos, Rich theorized that John and Nan travelled close to the northwest shore of Black Lake "to avoid any risk of travelling well out on the lake where an accident would be disastrous." He notes that in order to head up the Chipman Portage, they would have had to get past the mouth of the Chipman River "either by skirting it well out on the ice of Black Lake, or by hugging the north shore of Black Lake and risking thin ice." To their peril, Rich concludes, John apparently chose the latter option.
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| Two maps generated from the National Topographical System, Natural Resources Canada, scale 1:50,000. Markings by John Rich. Nan and John would have camped two miles south of the mouth of the Chipman River in May 1948 in order to access the Chipman Portage. The portage shown by Rich is the approximate current route of the portage. Further to the right is the original, more north-south portage route which was probably the one in use in 1948. |
John Albrecht once told his friend Klaus Lehnert-Thiel that in winter he could easily travel from Stony Rapids to his camp at Selwyn Lake in a day. John Rich calculates that it would be about 92 kilometres from Albrecht's cabin to Black Lake, and another 20km from there to Stony Rapids, "so over 100 kilometres in a day quite likely in -30° to -40° temperatures. They were tough guys!"
"Tough Guys"
Given what happened next, they were tough guys indeed! What follows is Bob Lee's account of the dogsledding accident. It may be embellished.
The sleigh, on top of which Nan was sitting ... slowly broke through the thin ice up to the creels (canvas sides) and half floated in the cold water as the nine dogs whined and swam in their harness.
John, after thirty years in the north, realized at once the grave danger of this setting. He knew at once that his dear wife Nan, himself, his dogs, and his complete outfit could easily slip beneath these waters and would probably never be found.
Nan broke through the ice as she jumped from the top of the load. With lightning speed [John] managed to grab the hood of the caribou parka she was wearing and drag her back upon the sleigh which was still stuck where the load had pushed out the creel. He instructed her to crawl, ever... so... lightly from the sleigh in a trough-like depression filled with water on the weak ice to the timbered shore and their only hope of safety.
When Nan was twenty yards from the sleigh, John also started a nerve-wrenching crawl over the soft, rubber ice, but not towards the shore and safety, but towards his beloved [dog team] leader, Jumbo. "Jumbo, come Jumbo," could be heard above the sounds of Nan trying to break off a dry, 40-foot tamarack that stood dead and dark against the forest. Jumbo whined in the harness and fought his way through broken ice towards his master.
John slipped his fingers under Jumbo's collar as soon as his head appeared over the edge of the ice and pulled the leader and himself towards the shore. Nan cried, "Grab this pole!" after John had only gone a few yards. Soon, Nan was pulling John, Jumbo and the other dogs, sleigh and provisions over the soft ice to the comforts of a pail of tea by a riverside fire. Yes, just one day in the wilderness."
Hmmm... I am Nan's biggest fan, but I have trouble believing that, after she fell into the freezing water, she was able to crawl to shore, cut down a tamarack, start a fire, make tea, and pull hundreds of pounds of man, dogs, sled, and provisions to safety with the tamarack pole! I am sure there is some truth to at least part of the story. What do you think?
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