Marie Dorion Found Her Husband Dead In The Snow — Then Crossed 250 Miles Of Frozen Wilderness With Her Two Children
The boys had lived in the fur-trade world.
They knew the language that the canoes would carry.
This knowledge was something Marie had given them.
Not through deliberate instruction, perhaps, but through the environment in which she had chosen to raise them: the multilingual, multicultural borderland of the fur trade, where the choice of language was itself a navigation skill, a way of positioning oneself in the social geography of the encounter.
The French words that stopped Franchère’s brigade were the product of years of Marie’s choices about how to live and how to raise her children in the world they inhabited.
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