COMPANY WIFE - Excerpt
The tents shuddered as the wind and rain stormed into the camp shortly after midnight … by four o’clock in the morning the worst of the winds had subsided and the pounding rain had lessened to a steady drizzle so the decision was made to embark again in the canoes, huddled under the tarpaulins that had been used for tents and windbreak. Shortly after they set out, the wind grew stronger and stronger and the Ojibwe paddlers had to fight to keep the canoes from turning broadside and capsizing.
Marguerite held the baby close and prayed, terrified at the thought of her children or herself being thrown into the angry water churning around them … at first the older boys had found the surging waves exciting, but as the water seemed to be throwing itself into the canoes and the wind and rain drove needles of spray into their faces and soaked their clothing, excitement turned to misery.
Their mother could feel her anger growing with her fears for herself and her children. “How could Thomas do this to us? Surely his ambitions should not have put his family in such danger … nothing is worth this dreadful journey.”
And she was angry at herself. She should have refused to come on this horrendous expedition. It would have meant a scandal if she had left her husband and remained in Quebec, but, mon Dieu, it would have been better than the situation in which she and her children now found themselves.