It was a September day in 1793. A small boat was making its way up the Don River. The winding waterway snaked along the wide valley floor, dwarfed by the towering slopes above it, surrounded by meadows and thriving forests of butternut, oak and pine. Those woods were filled with deer, wolves and bears, even cougars. Every fall, the river flowed thick with salmon and vast flocks of passenger pigeons darkened the sky on their annual migration.
The more I read about the history of Toronto, especially from your posts, the more anxious I get about the task ahead of me. Just sorting out what happened during the 16th Century has been a challenge.
Wonderful storytelling.
Thanks so much!
Excellent article. I’ve begun my Substack which will at some point get to the Simcoes. See glennjlea.substack.com. Quite enjoy your posts.
Thanks so much for sharing! I'm looking forward to reading along. So glad you've been enjoying my posts, too!
The more I read about the history of Toronto, especially from your posts, the more anxious I get about the task ahead of me. Just sorting out what happened during the 16th Century has been a challenge.
It is absolutely endless — once you start digging, there are fascinating stories everywhere!