Over Prairie Trails (20 page)

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n the heartland of the western prairie it is December, and the radio announcer is talking about the coming blizzard, the first of the year. There are travel warnings and drivers are told to make sure they have survival kits with them, candles, food, and warm clothing. The highest branches in the Manitoba maples have begun to tremble, their ragged black thin and stark against the white sky. There is no horizon, the land and sky are one colour. It is thirty below and the temperature is falling. Soon there will be snow and the heavy winds will lift the small fine flakes out of the air and drive them in long scouring sweeps among the hedges and fences of the city. In the open country snow will begin to fill in the shelter-belts around the isolated farmhouses, curving in curious formations at the corners of barns and sheds, the wheels of tractors and combines.

Somewhere Frederick Philip Grove is getting into his cutter and wrapping himself in a heavy robe. He is just outside the livery stable. It is night and he has lighted the searchlight he scavenged from a junk-pile, the gaslight barely piercing the gloom around him. His two horses stand in harness
waiting: the steady, responsible Dan, a sorrel with some Clyde blood in him, and the lazy Peter who, without Dan beside him, would sooner stop than go, stand than move. Together they make a good team. The wind is steadily rising and far ahead at Bell’s corner the drifts are building. Grove is anticipating another of his long journeys north to the school where his wife and young daughter are waiting for him. He thinks of them briefly, but mostly he is excited by the trip itself, the difficulties that lie just ahead. His young wife has lighted a lamp and has placed it in the window of the schoolhouse. Grove lifts his whip and lightly touches Peter and the horses begin to move, the cutter sliding, the snow already beginning to fill the seat beside him. It is a late afternoon in December and it is already dark. He is nine hours from home. There will be a blizzard tonight and there is no one else on the road.

Grove will make thirty-six such trips over that winter: seventy-two drives in all. He will compress them into seven autobiographical essays. What is interesting about the trips is that he makes them alone. Only once is there someone with him. The journeys Grove makes in
Over Prairie Trails
are all returns, an endless quest for home. Like Odysseus, Grove is a figure of the outward, the man who must endlessly quest and test himself against the elemental world. The challenges he faces on his journeys are always greater than the arrival at his goal, the remembered hearth and home, the wife and child who wait for him. Each time he sets out, he does so as a sailor must upon a sea. Grove’s repeated journeys are celebrations of his strength, his sagacity, his ability to confront and overcome all impediments, all difficulties. In the essay he calls “Snow” he stops his cutter and looks at a half-buried, frozen world. He faces for the first time the sun and he writes:

Reading those words I can feel the delight Grove must have felt when he found that analogy. He is writing, of course, as all writers do, out of the memory of his many journeys, but it is at this point in the book that Grove defines himself as the lonely wanderer he was most of his life. “Snow” is one chapter of seven, and in it, as in the others, Grove compresses all of his many experiences during that school year he travelled north. Almost all of them take place in the winter of Manitoba. In “Snow” Grove thinks of the “infertile waste around him,” and then he sees before him a veritable “fortress of snow … a seemingly impregnable bulwark, six or seven feet high,” and you know that Peter and Dan, the cutter and Grove, will somehow make it through. They have to because
Over Prairie Trails
is a celebration of man’s indomitable spirit, his overcoming of adversity.

Over Prairie Trails
is an archetypal book. It encapsulates the essence of the Canadian experience, the violence and beauty of its landscape, the loneliness and courage of its people, the beauty and severity of its seasons. Alden Nowlan, the quintessential Canadian poet, once said that Canadians live in a country where simply to go outside is to risk death. He was speaking of our winter, that most unique and ubiquitous of our seasons. The cold and snow of our long winter separate us from other nations and other cultures and distinguish us from them. In the heart of a Canadian winter the
world is changed. It becomes immutable, transformed into a kind of silence, stark and exquisitely beautiful. It isolates us, stripping us of everything but ourselves. Grove describes his feelings as he looks at the winter landscape:

Grove was born in West Prussia (now a part of Poland). He came to Canada after wandering around the world, finally settling in Manitoba where he married and had a child. He fell in love with the West and set four of his novels there,
Settlers of the Marsh, Our Daily Bread, The Yoke of Life
, and
Fruits of the Earth
. Each of these describes the harshness, the difficulty of establishing a community in the Canadian West in the early twentieth century. In each of these the climate and the land are man’s greatest adversary, yet all of Grove’s protagonists confront that adversity with courage and dignity.

Over Prairie Trails
, published in 1922, was Grove’s first book. It is, I think, his best work. In his novels Grove can sometimes be a stern moralist who talks down to his readers, but in
Over Prairie Trails
he becomes a student of the natural world, observing with intricate detail all of the West’s most subtle attributes, the delicacy of a flock of yellow warblers among highbush cranberries in the early fall, the motion of a single snowflake watched from his moving cutter in a storm, the beauty of hoarfrost: “The white diamond lying on snow-white velvet, the white of a diamond in diffused light.” Here
he is a lyrical observer, a recorder of the subtle changes in the land and the weather, and in the process of recording these changes he also writes of man’s participation
with
the land, someone who is an integral part of the environment he struggles against.

Grove’s was a Gothic sensibility and his imagination revealed a bleak vision in his novels. Yet Grove, like the American philosopher Henry David Thoreau, believed that the natural world contained all the perfection man could desire. In Thoreau’s
Walden
perfection lies in a calm, meditative retreat from the world. Grove’s meditations in
Over Prairie Trails
, however, are active confrontations with it, a violent joining with the world. In the essay “Wind and Waves,” he speaks of his many curious obsessions, his delight in recording the most intricate details of the winter landscape around him. He writes:

In
Over Prairie Trails
Grove describes his version of Heaven in seven vignettes, each one a journey through vicissitude and struggle, a return to the heart of things, home, a lantern in a window, a wife and child. Yet there is a kind of loneliness at the heart of Grove’s writing. In
Over Prairie Trails
he is always the man about to arrive, the man who is always on the road, the traveller, the one who is finally not really home anywhere, just someone on the way. But he makes that travelling (so much a part of the Canadian experience itself in this vast country) a part of each of us. Each journey
he makes is described with great exactness, an objective detailing of the event, yet he creates something more out of them than simple observations. He catches with acute precision the exactness of snow, of fog, of hoarfrost, of wind and weather, and he does so with an almost surreal ability to capture with humility the beautiful in everything he sees. The landscape and the plants and animals that inhabit it are transformed in his writing, changed by his intimate, detailed view. In “Dawn and Diamonds” he writes:

For Grove winter becomes a metaphor for our Canadian lives, a symbol of our struggle in the wilderness. For Grove, to engage in that struggle is not simply an act of survival, rather it is a celebration of his ability to confront and endure. In
Over Prairie Trails
the landscape and the weather become a character, a joyful antagonist. The destination Grove strives to reach is the goal, but that goal is less than the process of getting there. At the end of each of the essays there is a falling away, not a disappointment but a realization that the unbearable moment is over and must be experienced again. Indeed, Grove looks forward to it. The great moment or event lies in the confrontation with life, Grove’s exultancy at the challenge met, experienced, and overcome.

If there were a radio near you right now, there would be a disembodied voice talking to you about a blizzard. It would be saying:
It is minus
35
degrees and dropping. There is blowing snow, 50 kilometre winds out of the north, and the windchill factor is at 2500. Exposed flesh will freeze in less than a minute
. Frederick Philip Grove has stepped out of his cutter and is standing, checking the harness of Dan and Peter very carefully. He is at Bell’s corner. The snow, like waves in the sea, lies in great drifts across the road in front of him. He is excited, full of dread and expectation. For a moment he stops and watches the way snow gathers in the lee of a clump of wolf willow. Dan shivers and Peter, his back leg up, stares down into the snow. Grove gets back in the cutter and picks up the reins. He is there, heading north into the storm, somewhere far ahead of him, home.

BY FREDERICK PHILIP GROVE

AUTOBIOGRAPHY
In Search of Myself (1946)

ESSAYS
It Needs to Be Said (1929)

FICTION
Settlers of the Marsh (1925)
A Search for America (1927)
Our Daily Bread (1928)
The Yoke of Life (1930)
Fruits of the Earth (1933)
Two Generations (1939)
The Master of the Mill (1944)
Consider Her Ways (1947)
Tales from the Margin (1971)

SKETCHES
Over Prairie Trails (1922)
The Turn of the Year (1923)

LETTERS
The Letters of Frederick Philip Grove
[ed. Desmond Pacey] (1976)

This edition is an unabridged reprint of the first edition of
Over Prairie Trails
, published by McClelland and Stewart, Toronto in 1922.

Copyright © 1991 by McClelland & Stewart Inc., by arrangement with A. Leonard Grove
Afterword copyright © 1991 by Patrick Lane.

First New Canadian Library edition 1991.
This New Canadian Library edition 2010.

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Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication

Grove, Frederick Philip, 1879-1948
      Over prairie trails / Frederick Philip Grove ; illustrations by C.M. Manly from the original edition ; afterword by Patrick Lane.

(New Canadian library)
eISBN: 978-0-7710-9396-8

      1. Grove, Frederick Philip, 1879-1948. 2. Manitoba–Description and travel. 3. Frontier and pioneer life–Manitoba. I. Title. II. Series: New Canadian library

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