Mollie Adams Diary of her Journey in the Canadian Rockies, August 12, 1908

Swift Camp.

Wednesday, Aug. 12.

               We packed our three duffle bags with the three children watching every motion.  They don’t speak much English.  Mr. Swift says the boy, Dean, speaks the most, but he could not be induced to say a word to us, even when we made him a present of an old red necktie, and tied it around his neck.  I wondered how he came to be named so appropriately “Dean Swift”, but we found it was for a pal of Mr. Swift’s, “Jack Dean.”  The whole population saw us off, of course, and Mr. Lister rode along with us, not intending to go far, but eventually went all the way to the mouth of the Miette, 3½ hrs, where we camped, and stayed “gassing” most of the afternoon.  We may run across him again somewhere up near the pass or beyond.  He is going as far as the Tete Jaune Cache, about 15 miles beyond the Grand Forks, which is where we go for Mt. Robson.

               We met John Moberly and family of squaw and 8 kids, who live in the shack on the other side of the river where we crossed.  He has been hunting up between the Miette and Whirlpool rivers, and to the Ath[abaska] Pass.

Mount Athabasca and Athabasca Glacier Moore Family fonds,
Whyte Museum of the Canadian Rockies (V439 / ps-1-212)