125 years of the death of Louis Riel day.
And yesterday northwest infinite and French who refused cadastre English.
The Métis lived in the old Northwest Territories, the afterlife of Upper Canada. Of French and Indian mixed as the British have been there when they took possession of the country. They were called the Den Burn, faces brown and dirty, blackened in the sun, tanned by the cold. They spoke Métchif, French and Aboriginal languages intermingled. They were buffalo hunters, outfitters, trappers, farmers sometimes they lived according to customs inherited from both wood and people of the clergy.
When the British wanted to repeal the cadastral rules inherited from the former regime and their mark on the territory, steal the best land, those of the Red River, Manitoba, revolted. They chased the surveyors and the Crown has made them the war.
After an initial defeat, Métis retreated still further west. Qu'Appelle, Assiniboine, Saskatchewan - the latter in 1904 give his name to a new Province. And even in the West, the settlers came. The English first with their register. The French with their language and their church, the very one who had condemned the first revolt. Once again the Wood Burns wanted to talk about the powder against the army. And 125 years ago, history was folded and Louis Riel hanged.
Today nothing has changed. Those cadastre, the extent, dams, mines, forest conquerors are still there. In Quebec, they speak more English, but French. Tomorrow they may speak Chinese or Hindi. But whatever the language they understand. For them land is a resource. They do not see that protect the tops of spruce, on the shores of lakes, there is a land that is also a living place for humans and animals involved.
We, we chose the forest, but the city comes to us. She sends us his surveyors, to measure the flow of our falls, assess the potential of forests, digging holes in the earth to extract some minerals. The city promised us jobs but keeps to the southern high-value jobs. For those in the north, sweat and seasonal unemployment.
This blog is to discuss the forest and my job as a guide to the outdoors. Those who pose a finger on the map does not know that under the green card hiding families, businesses, a rich fauna. They do not always understand that under the plain green of the topography is in fact hides a monochrome green as it is a spruce, pine trees, a forest of aspen, a former bog or larch. They see only the forest roads, they do not know the "walking paths", nor do know that winter in the boreal forest, everything becomes way. The snow and ice cover kalmias and alder brush and what was becoming way.
Image: Ouasiemisca River, under the Quick Serres, a December 1, 2009, photo by Jerome and Wi-Wi.
And yesterday northwest infinite and French who refused cadastre English.
The Métis lived in the old Northwest Territories, the afterlife of Upper Canada. Of French and Indian mixed as the British have been there when they took possession of the country. They were called the Den Burn, faces brown and dirty, blackened in the sun, tanned by the cold. They spoke Métchif, French and Aboriginal languages intermingled. They were buffalo hunters, outfitters, trappers, farmers sometimes they lived according to customs inherited from both wood and people of the clergy.
When the British wanted to repeal the cadastral rules inherited from the former regime and their mark on the territory, steal the best land, those of the Red River, Manitoba, revolted. They chased the surveyors and the Crown has made them the war.
After an initial defeat, Métis retreated still further west. Qu'Appelle, Assiniboine, Saskatchewan - the latter in 1904 give his name to a new Province. And even in the West, the settlers came. The English first with their register. The French with their language and their church, the very one who had condemned the first revolt. Once again the Wood Burns wanted to talk about the powder against the army. And 125 years ago, history was folded and Louis Riel hanged.
Today nothing has changed. Those cadastre, the extent, dams, mines, forest conquerors are still there. In Quebec, they speak more English, but French. Tomorrow they may speak Chinese or Hindi. But whatever the language they understand. For them land is a resource. They do not see that protect the tops of spruce, on the shores of lakes, there is a land that is also a living place for humans and animals involved.
We, we chose the forest, but the city comes to us. She sends us his surveyors, to measure the flow of our falls, assess the potential of forests, digging holes in the earth to extract some minerals. The city promised us jobs but keeps to the southern high-value jobs. For those in the north, sweat and seasonal unemployment. This blog is to discuss the forest and my job as a guide to the outdoors. Those who pose a finger on the map does not know that under the green card hiding families, businesses, a rich fauna. They do not always understand that under the plain green of the topography is in fact hides a monochrome green as it is a spruce, pine trees, a forest of aspen, a former bog or larch. They see only the forest roads, they do not know the "walking paths", nor do know that winter in the boreal forest, everything becomes way. The snow and ice cover kalmias and alder brush and what was becoming way.
Image: Ouasiemisca River, under the Quick Serres, a December 1, 2009, photo by Jerome and Wi-Wi.
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