Smallpox

    Smallpox broke out in about 1870, a time that was turbulent enough even before the smallpox. The North West had just been sold by the Hudson's Bay Company to the Canadian government and this news had disturbed the native people, who were worried about the future of their land. The McDougall's had organized a large meeting for the spring of 1869 to try to calm the native's fears and create peace in the area. And the Cree Chief Maskepetoon had been murdered that spring as well. Meanwhile, the Red River Rebellion was big news at the time.

    Hugh A. Dempsey's book Big Bear: The End of Freedom describes (on page 40) the smallpox as having come from a diseased blanket stolen from a Missouri River steamboat by the Blackfoot, and then brought North by the Cree who found the Blackfoot's destroyed camps.

    At some missions, like the Oblate mission in St. Albert, people were told to come gather near the mission so that they could help take care of the sick. At Victoria Settlement, people were told to scatter and live on their own so that the disease would not spread.

    Joseph Dion, in his book My Tribe the Cree  describes some of the chaos that the disease caused. He tells a story, on page 67, of a small band making a big circle to avoid going near another camp that they have to pass, but as they are passing it, the sole survivor of the camp comes out. The people pass by, unwilling to take the young woman into their band for fear that she would spread the disease to her. At night, two men go back for her, only to find she has hung herself. This is but one of the many, many stories from that time period.

    The Saskatchewan District Board of Health was formed in 1871, with its first meeting held at Fort Edmonton on the 21st of April. The board prohibited the export of furs, buffalo robes, or leather goods so as to attempt to prevent the disease from being spread outside of the Saskatchewan District. (Mabindisa 492) Among the members of the board was Henry Steinhauer.

Smallpox at Victoria Settlement

   The people at Victoria Mission heard that smallpox was coming before it actually arrived at the mission so just before George McDougall left to go with some Hudson's Bay Officials to the Red River Settlement, George advised his son that the people from the mission should scatter and live in isolation to prevent the spread of the disease. John came down with the disease, but recovered, and George returned home from the Red River Settlement. 

   Smallpox risk or no smallpox risk, food had to be stored for the winter. In the fall of 1870 John McDougall out with  a group of people to go hunting. George warned them to keep smallpox away "at gunpoint" if necessary.

   When the disease came to the mission George quarantined his own mission house refusing to allow people in or out of the palisade wall. (Although he himself ventured in and out often enough, according to his journal entries).

   Everyone in the mission house except Elizabeth Chantler McDougall came down with smallpox by October, 1870. Flora died on October 13. Adopted daughter Anna died on October 28, and Georgiana died on November 1st. 

    Public worship services were resumed on November 18th. (Nix 66. J. McDougall 1888 pg 164)

      George McDougall described the Smallpox epidemic in his journal, which is quoted in John McDougall's book George Millward McDougall, published in 1888.

September 25, 1870

The disease first appeared in my own family, and on the 13 of October our youngest daughter, aged eleven years, died. How precious to our bleeding hearts her dying words! Flora loved the Saviour!

October 23, 1870

We are now passing through deep waters, all prostrate with the fearful disease, except Mrs. McDougall and she exhausted with watching. Yesterday I felt it was high time to set my house in order. For two nights my mind has been wandering, and what course the disease may take I cannot tell; but I bless God, come what will, I feel all is right. I feel I am an unworthy sinner, but a sinner saved by grace. I had a long conversation with my much-be-loved daughter, Georgiana, and gave her direction as regards the future. Little did I think, as she stood beside me the picture of health and youthful energy, that efore I fully recovered myself, I should lay her in the grave.

Last night she was taken very ill, and to-day it was distressing to witness the change that has taken in her appearance.

24th - Last night I resolved to sit up, and not allow myself to sleep. Most earnestly I prayed that I might retain my senses, and, blessed by God, he has heard my prayer; and to-day, though the disease has developed, I am enabled to wait upon others.

25th - This morning a Cree woman came to me and begged that I would baptize her infant grandchild, who has been taken ill with the small-pox. I walked to the tent and attended the duty, and though the day was stormy, I have felt no evil consequences.

26th - This morning I have heard a person crying at the garden gate, and on going out found a worthy Cree, whose family were all suffering from the sickness. The poor fellow said that his only son had just died in his arms, and he wanted me to help to bury him. I went and dug the grave, and assisted the afflicted father in burying the child. In less than a week he himself was in his grave.

28th - This morning I buried our Anna. My son-in-law, Mr. Hardisty, dug her grave at the foot of Flora's. They were warm friends in life, and in death they have been but a few days parted. Anna was fourteen years old. She was the daughter of the late O-ga-mah-wah-shis. He gave her to us a few hours before his happy death. She was the best looking native girl in this part of the country; of a docile, tractable disposition. We were all much attached to Anna.

November 1st, 1870

At five o'clock this afternoon our Georgiana breathed her last. The last intelligible words she uttered were prayer. A few days before she was taken ill she told her sister that during one of the services in the church her soul was greatly blessed, and we all observed a marked change in her conduct. The great Master was evidently preparing her for a better life.  Georgiana died at her post. For months she has labored incessantly for the good of this suffering people. Conversant with their language and modes of thought, she has proved herself a judicious counsellor. My kind neighbours, Messrs. Hardisty and Tait, brought the coffin and placed it at the gate, and my son and self carried her mortal remains to the grave. When we were filling in the earth, he uttered an expression which found an echo in my poor heart, "Father, I find it hard to bury our own dead;" but just then the words of the apostles were applied with such force to my mind that I could not restrain myself from shouting them aloud: "O, death, where is they sting?  O grave, where is thy victory? Thanks be to God who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ."

 

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