In winter, 1969, two friends and I were hunting grizzlies on the south shore of the Lesser Slave Lake in Northern Alberta. We rode down off of a ridge and through what remained of an abandoned ranch.  The barn was tumbled in, the fences down and the old log style house stood open to those winds that never cease.  One of my hunting partners had ranched near there for a number of years.  He told us the story of the family that had homesteaded there many years before.  This is their story.
                                                                                                                                          Doc Dale Hayes
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                           
                   
 Blowing Snow

On the Lesser Slave I froze. I'm here to tell you how I froze.
You know you just can not believe how cold that wind blows.
At 45 below the moaning of the wind becomes a living mournful noise.
Elizabeth Anne left me and she took the the little girl and the boys.
And our cabin became a cold and dead thing,
As cold and as lonely as when the wolves sing
The news of the death of a rider on the ice whose horse has broken through
Or when starvation takes another Indian at the reserve on the Louchoux.

On the Lesser Slave, I froze.  Oh let me bear witness how I froze.
The cheap whiskey took my mind and the ice took my fingers and toes.
I forgot about my cattle and I drove my horses away.
I was drunk through each night and slept through most of each day,
My lips frost bit and the cold sealed up my mouth
While I laid in my buffalo robes and ached for the woman who'd gone south.

I guess I would have died wrapped in self pity and buffalo hide
Except Rupert Broken Leg Wolf and his new Hobema wife
Came by, looking for a place to get warm, and they saved my life.
They started up the fires and they pulled me back into my head,
Though now I curse them when the memories flood back and I'm almost dead
For want of that woman, when the wind blows,
And the memory of her drifts about me like the blowing snows.

"Doc" Dale Hayes ©1975, renewed© 2001

 


















































 

 

 

About "Doc" Dale Hayes:

"Doc" Hayes is a professor at a public university in Manitoba, Canada.  He runs a small grazing operation for cattle of relatives and neighbors back in the bush near Nesbitt, Manitoba and, each year travels to different gatherings and poetry festivals around North America.  Way back when, he tried rodeoing for a while but a blindbucker convinced him he was a school teacher and so since those many years ago his non-job focus has been on studying and recording tales of the cowboy way. He came by his love of western storytelling and cowboy poetry as a result of sitting in on bunk house bull sessions in Northern Arizona back in the late '40s.  For over forty years he has collected cowboy stories and remembrances of Canadian and American cowboys that often serve as a basis for his poetry.  He has had several books of poetry, academic and western, published and his recent cd-rom Conversations With an Old Horse is made up of his own original poetry and several selected stories of the "Old West," backed up by several good traditional western musicians.  He can be reached at http://cowboypoetry.hypermart.net/ or at dochayes@prairie.ca



 

 A new video, Cowboy Poets-Minstrels of the West features our our old pard "Doc" Dale Hayes and our Honored Guest Mike Puhallo  along with other talented folks.  Read all about it here.

Doc Hayes says that the story of the family that settled near the Lesser slave Lake in the poem, and who were overwhelmed by the challenges of the far North, shows how much sacrifice it took to open Northern  Canada asit has been opened today.

Doc Hayes has spoen to over 400 eduational and organizational training and motivational meetings since the mid '70s. Doc has been featured at many of the major gatherin;gs in both canada and the United States. He is the producer and host of the Brandon Cowboy Poetry Gathering and the Canadian Cowboy Chirstmas. He has been featured in both regional and national television shows on Cowboy Poetry. He is a member of the Academy of Academy of American Poets and the  Academy of Western  Artists.

W. H. D. Koerner’s painting Hard Winter, originally appeared as a black and white reproduction illustrating the novella entitled Short Grass, by Hal G. Evarts.  The text and its images were serialized in The Saturday Evening Post from the third week of May 1932 through July of that same year.  Taking cues from the story, Koerner may have encoded messages that transcended the original heroic conceptions of cowboy mythology, revealing a tragic figure on the brink of demise.  Self-congratulatory images and novels of the American West were touchstones for many Depression Era audiences through magazines that fortified American ideals of exceptionalism.  Despite the fact that audiences had not experienced the life-threatening hardships of the western frontier, these images--especially cowboy iconography--served as a comfort in that they were an insignia of security and prosperity.  Not only did Hard Winter have uplifting resonance with many readers during this period of distress, it began to dispel and deconstruct a one-sided mythical heroism to disclose the underlying reality of the icon as a tragic figure.  This moment of despair in the national psyche reiterated a sense of American adaptability to the Depression Era audiences and reaffirmed their power to overcome periods of turbulence.  With Koerner’s image, new and seemingly unusual bonds between the “lost” of cultures associated with cowboys and Indians that fueled and reconfigured new mythical constructions and perceptions of these western icons.  Through an examination of Short Grass, historical intersections, and the work of James Earl Fraser and Frederic Remington, Hard Winter bound the fate of two cultures, that of cowboy and Indian.  Although a comprehensive biography of Koerner is not the purpose of this paper, I have included an exploration of personal circumstances and earlier works that helped shape the artist’s vision as contextual sources of artistic inspiration.