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PART FOUR

ENDPIECE

It is five years now since I made my journey into Labrador, and this account has been written largely from notes made whilst still in hospital at Seven Islands. These notes were not intended for publication. They were a purely personal record, written in the form of a diary, and were prompted by reading the meticulous day-to-day entries made by my grandmother, her diary having reached me the day after I entered hospital.

However, circumstances alter.

From the moment Laroche was allowed to receive visitors, he was plagued by reporters, and this continued through his convalescence and even after he and Paule were married. And when Ferguson Concessions Ltd. was registered as a private company and the newspapers began running garbled versions of the old Ferguson Expedition, the Laroches could stand it no longer and emigrated, at the same time changing their name.

By then Darcy and I had already made our escape. Darcy had returned to Labrador, minus most of his toes and walking with the aid of two sticks. But as he said, “A few toes won't make any difference to the way the fish rise; and I can still paint.” An indomitable figure, I left him at Seven Islands, for I was bound for South Africa to work for a Canadian engineering company sub-contracting on the construction of a dam.

With the departure of the four people chiefly concerned, interest in the story subsided. But I suppose it was inevitable that sooner or later some enterprising journalist should embark on a full-scale investigation and should arrive at the same conclusion, the same suspicions that had clouded my own judgment of Laroche.

There had been a good deal of talk, of course. But it was a chance meeting in a bar with Perkins that sent this man hotfoot into Labrador. He was the only journalist to visit Lake of the Lion, and he arrived just as the Ferguson Concession company was dismantling its equipment, having dredged till it became uneconomic and having failed to find the source of gold. Nobody cared then that a stranger was wandering around the concession. He uncovered my grandfather's remains and then dug up the bodies of Briffe and Baird, which McGovern had had properly buried. After that he tracked down and interviewed everybody he could find who had been in any way connected with the affair. He even got hold of the nurses who had attended Laroche and had them describe the nature of his injuries.

The resulting article, which appeared in a Canadian magazine, whilst carefully avoiding any direct accusation, was written from the standpoint of history repeating itself. “Like grandfather, like grandson,” was the corny phrase the writer used, and he pointed out that Paule and Bert Laroche had both had shares in Ferguson Concessions. The implication was obvious; an implication that was far worse than anything I had ever thought Laroche guilty of, and it involved them both.

The article was sent to me by Laroche, and in his covering letter he said they had no desire to take legal action, but at the same time they had decided it would be better if the truth were known. He knew I had written what amounted to a journal of my three weeks in Labrador, for I had shared his room in hospital, and now he wanted me to send it to a Canadian newspaper for publication. “It is better that it should come from you,” he said at the end of his letter, “than from any of those directly involvedâleast of all myself. You were throughout the inquiring stranger seeking after the truth.”

This I have tried to bear constantly in mind through the long months of writing. And I hope that, in the result, I have done justice to two people for whom I have a great admiration and whose lives have been be-devilled by a tragedy that was not of their making. And in conclusion, I feel I cannot do better than quote the final passage of the diary of that extraordinary woman, Alexandra Ferguson:

And so, with God's help and the courage of the men I took with me, I have returned safe out of the Labrador, having been in that forsaken country one hundred and four days. I left my small son and my home in Scotland to search for the truth of my dear husband's death, and now in this I have failed. I shall not go into that land again, but shall give this record to my son on the day he comes of age, and may the good Lord guide him to that lake and to the truth, whatever that may be
.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

The Land God Gave to Cain
is the result of two journeys I made into the Labrador. The first was in 1953, just before the big freeze-up. At that time the “Iron Ore Railway” was still under construction, steel having been laid only as far north as Mile 250. I saw the whole of it, from the terminal at Seven Islands on the St. Lawrence to the geologists' camp of Burnt, Creek, 400 miles into the interior, living in the construction camps and travelling first by train and track motor, then by truck and car and on foot, and finally by the bush pilots' floatplanes, and even by helicopter.

That I was able to cover so much ground, and see so much of a country that hardly a white man had seen before the railway came, was due in the first place to Hollinger-Hanna, the Iron Ore Company of Canada, and the Quebec North Shore and Labrador Railway, and I am greatly indebted to these companies for the exceptional facilities they gave me and for their kindness in insisting that I should be their guest in the camps.

Once having been granted these facilities, it was left to me to make my own way, and in this I was never without friendsâparticularly amongst the engineers with whom I lived. There were the pilots, too, and the radio operators, and the men themselves; without exception they put themselves to great trouble and personal inconvenience to give me as complete a picture as possible of this astonishing project. They are too numerous to mention individually, but should they read this, I would like them to know that I remember them vividly and with affection, for they were very real people. I would also like to make it clear that, whilst I have had to make use of certain executive titles, the names and characters of the men occupying these positions in the book, and their actions, are purely imaginary.

The second visit was made three years later when the book was half-completed. I was on my way up to the Eskimo country to the north-west of the Hudson's Bay and I stopped off at Gooseâprimarily to check up on my description of this isolated community, and also to work out a satisfactory basis for the expedition's radio link. Here, Mr. Douglas Ritcey of Goose Radio, who is himself a “ham” operator, was most helpful, and I would like to record that he has allowed me to use his own radio set-up as the basis of Ledder's.

Altogether I travelled some 15,000 miles in quest of the material for this bookâone of the most interesting journeys I have undertaken. I sincerely hope that, in the result, I have achieved my purpose of conveying a picture of one of the last great railways to be built, the sort of men who built it, and not least of all some idea of the bleak and desolate nature of the Labrador itself.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Hammond Innes (1913â1998) was the British author of over thirty novels, as well as children's and travel books. Born Ralph Hammond Innes in Horsham, Sussex, he was educated at the Cranbrook School in Kent. He left in 1931 to work as a journalist at the
Financial News. The Doppelganger
, his first novel, was published in 1937. Innes served in the Royal Artillery in World War II, eventually rising to the rank of major. A number of his books were published during the war, including
Wreckers Must Breathe
(1940),
The Trojan Horse
(1940), and
Attack Alarm
(1941), which was based on his experiences as an anti-aircraft gunner during the Battle of Britain.

Following his demobilization in 1946, Innes worked full-time as a writer, achieving a number of early successes. His novels are notable for their fine attention to accurate detail in descriptions of place, such as
Air Bridge
(1951), which is set at RAF stations during the Berlin Airlift. Innes's protagonists were often not heroes in the typical sense, but ordinary men suddenly thrust into extreme situations by circumstance. Often, this involved being placed in a hostile environmentâfor example, the Arctic, the open sea, desertsâor unwittingly becoming involved in a larger conflict or conspiracy. Innes's protagonists are forced to rely on their own wits rather than the weapons and gadgetry commonly used by thriller writers. An experienced yachtsman, his great love and understanding of the sea was reflected in many of his novels.

Innes went on to produce books on a regular schedule of six months for travel and research followed by six months of writing. He continued to write until just before his death, his final novel being
Delta Connection
(1996). At his death, he left the bulk of his estate to the Association of Sea Training Organisations to enable others to experience sailing in the element he loved.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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