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EXCELLENT, November 4, 2011
This review is from: Chardon's Journal at Fort Clark, 1834-1839 (Paperback)
If you are a reader on the west, mid to later mountain man years, concerning the time period of 1830 to 1839, interested in a key trading post, then this book just might be for you. Similar in nature to Charles Larpenteur's personal narrative (1833-1872), entitled Forty Years a Fur Trader on the Upper Missouri (University of Nebraska Press, 1989), it makes excellent reading for those interested in primary or first person sources. For those of us enjoying the era, diaries and narratives such as this are almost pure gold.
Fort Clark spanned the period of 1830 to 1860 in today's western North Dakota. Also served as a 'way station' for both Indian tribes and artists of the era, seeing both the Mandan Indians before the smallpox of 1837 wiped them out and the personages of artists Karl Bodmer and later George Catlin. This fort was in the middle of it all, later seeing use as the Arikara village.
For the interested historical reader this book is neither boring nor hard work. A new book from The University of Oklahoma on the archaeology of this fort has recently become available: Fort Clark and Its Indian Neighbors: a Trading Post on the Upper Missouri, November, 2011, 9780806142135.
If you enjoy the Upper Missouri fur trade and forts then these two books are almost essential. Brings the era of the mountain man and the trading post/forts of his era right before us.
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3.0 out of 5 stars
not for the general reader, February 23, 2011
This review is from: Chardon's Journal at Fort Clark, 1834-1839 (Paperback)
You know you're in trouble when there's a 30 page historical intro and it references 70 pages of endnotes.
This book is heavily loaded with historical minutia. You have to be at least an amateur historian to have the patience for it.
The journal entries are short, minimal and repetitive. Usually at least half of each entry is devoted to reporting the weather conditions, even though the weather rarely impacts every day life, other than to render it "disagreeable".
Chardon himself is a miserable character. He hates his life, his job, the prairies, the wildlife and the Indians. When the smallpox wipes out the Mandans, his take on it is "well, that's a band of 800 RASCALS used up." Nice, huh? Especially when it was his company's steamboat that brought the disease up, and they well knew (at last back at HQ in St. Louis) that the Indians should be vaccinated.
It's hard to understand why men like Chardon put up with the disagreeableness of it all. There's the money, of course. But a few remarks about the trader's squaw wives are pretty telling. At one point one of the traders builds a new fort and says there's "plenty of room for robes and wives". At another point, after Charbon's wife leaves him, he buys an Indian virgin of 15 for $150.
All the historical documentary evidence marshalled by the editor just goes to show that these first emissaries of civilization hit the Upper Missouri like a ton of bricks and they never eased up. So much attention is lavished on every little detail of the identity, careers and communications of these traders by the editor that you're barely even aware that any Indians or wildlife play a part in this story at all. It's amazing to me just how many letters went flying back and forth, via expresses, between the various forts and between the forts and HQ in St. Louis. The business aspect is so overwhelming, another of the observations made by a fur company man after the epidemic is that "we have lost some of our most profitable Indians." Sweet. huh?
Oh, and the description of the epidemic isn't that detailed. The references to Dickson, the liberator of all the Indians is minimal. And most of the material about Tousaint Charbonneau is just about how he went up to the Gros Ventres to get news and then he came back and there was no news, over and over.
All in all, I'm glad I read it, but if I had known how much work it was going to be before I started I wouldn't have.
Most of this is weather, weather, weather, no news, weather, weather, no news, weather, no news, killed a buffalo, weather.
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