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Susanna Strickland, a published writer in England, married half pay officer John Moodie and emigrated to Upper Canada in 1832 to homestead in the bush Her sister Catherine also emigrated with her husband Thomas Traill in 1832, and homesteaded in the same area Both Susanna and Catherine wrote books about their homesteading experiences.In contrast to Catherine s descriptions of homesteader life, Susanna s writing is much down beat One senses that she feels that she has not been given the respect and deference due to the wife of a British officer I think that Susanna s and Catherine s books are best read together to provide a wider although still incomplete view of the bush homesteader experience. Never want to enter Moodie s bush again Boring book. #READ EPUB ⛏ Roughing It in the Bush ⚡ A Thorough Backgrounds Section Includes Images, A Map, Contemporary Reviews Of Roughing It, And Letters Written By Moodie To Her Husband During The Winter Of , At Which Time He Was Serving A Military Appointment In The Victoria District And She And Her Children Were Facing Life Threatening Illnesses Criticism Contains Ten Essays By Leading Canadian Scholars And Authors, Among Them Margaret Atwood, Carl Ballstadt, D M R Bentley, Susan Glickman, And Michael PetermanA Chronology Of Susanna Moodie S Life And A Selected Bibliography Are Also Included I once saw Jon Stewart on Just for Laughs doing a bit of standup, talking about Canadians paraphrased here It s amazing , he said, that your ancestors got off the boat at the first frozen port and, looking around at the snow and ice and wilderness, said, Yep, looks good to me And stayed What s that You heard they ve got palm trees and sunshine if we keep heading south Nah, this is good right here I ve marvelled at that myself that my own ancestors chose Canada, and having survived their first winter here, decided it was worth staying In Roughing it in the Bush, Susanna Moodie explains what circumstances led to her family emigrating to Canada from Mother England and what hardships and privations that decision led to I found her account fascinating and funny in so many places She relates the following story right at the beginning view spoiler The dreadful cholera was depopulating Quebec and Montreal, when our ship cast anchor off Grosse Isle, on the 30th of August, 1832, and we were boarded a few minutes after by the health officers One of these gentlemen a little, shrivelled up Frenchman from his solemn aspect and attenuated figure, would have made no bad representative of him who sat upon the pale horse He was the only grave Frenchman I had ever seen, and I naturally enough regarded him as a phenomenon His companion a fine looking fair haired Scotchman though a little consequential in his manners, looked like one who in his own person could combat and vanquish all the evils which flesh is heir to Such was the contrast between these doctors, that they would have formed very good emblems one, of vigorous health the other, of hopeless decay Our captain, a rude, blunt north country sailor, possessing certainly not politeness than might be expected in a bear, received his sprucely dressed visitors on the deck, and, with very little courtesy, abruptly bade them follow him down into the cabin The officials were no sooner seated, than glancing hastily round the place, they commenced the following dialogue From what port, captain Now, the captain had a peculiar language of his own, from which he commonly expunged all the connecting links Small words, such as and and the, he contrived to dispense with altogether Scotland sailed from port o Leith, bound for Quebec, Montreal general cargo seventy two steerage, four cabin passengers brig, ninety two tons burden, crew eight hands Here he produced his credentials, and handed them to the strangers The Scotchman just glanced over the documents, and laid them on the table Had you a good passage out Tedious, baffling winds, heavy fogs, detained three weeks on Banks foul weather making Gulf short of water, people out of provisions, steerage passengers starving Any case of sickness or death on board All sound as crickets Any births lisped the little Frenchman The captain screwed up his mouth, and after a moment s reflection he replied, Births Why, yes now I think on t, gentlemen, we had one female on board, who produced three at a birth That s uncommon, said the Scotch doctor, with an air of lively curiosity Are the children alive and well I should like much to see them He started up, and knocked his head, for he was very tall, against the ceiling Confound your low cribs I have nearly dashed out my brains A hard task, that, looked the captain to me He did not speak, but I knew by his sarcastic grin what was uppermost in his thoughts The young ones all males fine thriving fellows Step upon deck, Sam Frazer, turning to his steward bring them down for doctors to see Sam vanished, with a knowing wink to his superior, and quickly returned, bearing in his arms three fat, chuckle headed bull terriers the sagacious mother following close at his heels, and looked ready to give and take offence on the slightest provocation Here, gentlemen, are the babies, said Frazer, depositing his burden on the floor They do credit to the nursing of the brindled slut The old tar laughed, chuckled, and rubbed his hands in an ecstacy of delight at the indignation and disappointment visible in the countenance of the Scotch Esculapius, who, angry as he was, wisely held his tongue Not so the Frenchman his rage scarcely knew bounds, he danced in a state of most ludicrous excitement, he shook his fist at our rough captain, and screamed at the top of his voice, Sacr , you b te You tink us dog, ven you try to pass your puppies on us for babies Hout, man, don t be angry, said the Scotchman, stifling a laugh you see tis only a joke Joke me no understand such joke B te returned the angry Frenchman, bestowing a savage kick on one of the unoffending pups which was frisking about his feet The pup yelped the slut barked and leaped furiously at the offender, and was only kept from biting him by Sam, who could scarcely hold her back for laughing the captain was uproarious the offended Frenchman alone maintained a severe and dignified aspect The dogs were at length dismissed, and peace restored hide spoiler I read this book because the author was living in the same area of Canada, at the same time, as my ancestor Peter Huffman near Port Hope, Ontario in the 1830s It was fascinating to hear of her account and see just how rough the American immigrants were and Peter was an ex American Also, Peter was black, and I wanted to see how that small community was treated by the white Americans and British There was one story about a black ex American barber who met with a tragic end Although Susannah had a favorable opinion well, at least not automatically negative of black people, there were plenty who were racist It was an unusual way for me to experience what it might have been like for my ancestor so this was definitely a genealogical read for me I was frustrated by her use of the old Mr H style of identifying people with whom she interacted, because I had wanted to look them up in Canadian censuses to get info about them The squatters on her land near Cobourg her first dwelling sounded like good candidates, at first, for maybe even BEING Peter s family, but I figured out it was a Harris family and not a HUFFMAN family and, even though they were described as black eyed, black haired and even once called niggers, they were a white family from America and just about the trashiest folk you ll ever read about Great job, Susannah, on taking the time to write about your experiences while surviving in the bush I surely appreciate it Five stars for readability, fascinating detail and historical importance of this document of farmstead life in Upper Canada. I was initially put off by the verbosity and exaggeration of her writing style I did not appreciate the poetry and after slogging through the first few, chose to skip the rest I felt she over played the many characters who seemed to live all around her Even some of the hardships she endured seemed to be exaggerated or downright unbelievable That said as I read, I got into the rhythm of her prose and stopped resisting I became interested in her encounters with the Indians I also saw her changing, becoming stronger and taking charge especially when Mr Moody was away Fitting this book into the historic period in Canada gives it worth from the historic point of view Seeing the different classes of settlers and servants was also interesting I can give 3 stars but would not recommend this unless someone was looking for an account of Canadian life in the late 1800 s. A very interesting book about one woman s experience in settling in Canada from England and the difference between what they were told in England and the reality in Canada I really enjoyed reading about her interactions with the First Nations people and the Americans who were settled in southern Ontario The First Nations were described as a very kind and friendly people while she seemed to have a very low opinion of the Americans who came off as thieving dishonest Format was easy to read, her writing style pleasant and funny at times Really enjoyed it and would recommend it to anyone looking to get a first person s account of settling in Canada in the 1800 s and everything associated with it Makes you really appreciate all the modern conveniences we have today.I didn t actually finish this book, but this is one I will come back to. Truth be told from an academic and literary history, cultural point of departure, it indeed needs to be pointed out that many and in particular women scholars do tend to now consider and approach British Canadian author and memoirist Susanna Moodie as a 19th century and therefore early feminist and yes, Susanna Moodie and her sisters certainly did seem to have had both an enviable amount of both basic and advanced education, ample opportunities for writing and even having their authorial endeavours published at a time when this was not at all common for girls and women both in England and most likely globally, and further that all of the Strickland sisters indeed presented for the 19th century quite emancipatory attitudes with regard to gender issues and slabery in particular However and the above having been said, I also and personally have to admit and categorically claim that I have since I first had to in detail peruse Susanna Moodie s Roughing it in the Bush her memoirs about immigrating to and settling with her husband in 19th century Canada for a grade eleven English term paper on early Canadian writing considered Susanna Moodie s musings and details about her and her husband s immigrant experiences not much than basically and sadly just a generally constant and bickering whine fest, a litany and laundry list of one complaint after another For while of course and naturally, settling in 19th century Canada or rather in what would later become the country of Canada, and the province of Ontario could be harsh and difficult, the recurring and overwhelming complaints and even at times angry outbursts seemingly always emanating from Susanna Moodie s pen in Roughing it in the Bush about basically everything from the weather to the fact that her new home was not like the genteel British countryside she and her husband had left behind upon emigration, this to and for my reading eyes both when I read Roughing it in the Bush for school and when I recently tried a reread have certainly and very quickly become both tedious and annoying, leaving me with the indelible and sad impression that Susanna Moodie s writing talents and her sense for and of adventure and imagination notwithstanding, she is I am sorry to say and in my opinion first and foremost a frustratingly pampered and rather spoiled British bourgeois who whines and bellyaches way way too much in Roughing it in the Bush when her immigrant and settlement experiences are not what she had assumed they would and probably should be for it is indeed abundantly clear that Susanna Moodie obviously and wrongfully expected that her settling in the bush would not be all that unlike living in rural England. A timeless book that is beautifully written and each story is either led by or accompanied with terrific poetry Susannah Moodie was a settler in Upper Canada in Pre Confederation days The interesting thing is that this book is relevant to anyone in North America The shared history of moving to a new world and starting off roughing it in the wild is one that has been experienced in North America for nearly 500 years The writing of Moodie is brilliant and you can really feel what living in that time and in those conditions, was like She has a way of describing her surroundings and the people she meets with such clarity your mind easily envisions it A fantastic read that everyone should enjoy My Rating 5 starsThis review first appeared