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Mapping Labrador

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Mina Hubbard, most of us know, made a major expedition into Labrador after her young husband died there. But I hadn't heard a description of her life and her work until this reading of a weekly newsletter (The Marginalian, the week’s most inspiring and nourishing reading in a single undistracted place, free, ad-free, algorithm-free, entirely human, made of feeling and time since 2006.) which focused on the details of her life and adventures. If you haven't read her diary, this account will make you want to.

“So wild and grand and mysterious,” Mina Hubbard (April 15, 1870–May 4, 1956) writes in her journal, looking out at Labrador from beneath her narrow-brimmed felt hat, feeling the weight of her revolver, hunting knife, and compass belted onto the skirt she is wearing on top of loose men’s breeches and heavy leather moccasins rising almost to her knees. Stowed in her canoe are her sextant, barometer, folding Kodak camera, and some fishing tackle. After weeks at sea, she has finally arrived at the last unexplored frontier of her continent, which she would come to see as an “uncommon place with an uncommon power to grasp the soul.”

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"From the moment she set foot its shores, she looked at Labrador not with a plunderer’s eye but with a painter’s, like a poet, marveling at the silver cloud masses, the “deep rich blue” of the hills and rocks, “the sweet, plaintive song of the white-throated sparrow.” She writes in her diary:"

I awoke on Friday at 2.30 A.M. The morning was clear as diamonds, and from the open front of my tent I could see the eastern sky. It glowed a deep red gold, and I lay watching it. An hour later the sun appeared over the hills touching the peak of my tent with its light, and I got up to look out. The mists had gathered on our little lake, and away in the distance hung white over the river.

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"One January night in 1905, after weeks of “feeling very, very helpless and sad” while living as a boarder at another widow’s house in Williamstown, Mina Hubbard heeded a call that came to her “like a sudden illumination of darkness,” saying simply: “Go to Labrador.”"

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"Mina’s account stands as a love letter — to the wilderness, to its people, to her Laddie, to the courage of facing the unknown with openhearted curiosity."

"It took Mina two months to complete her maps, traveling the George River and tracing the Naskapi River to its source — the first white person to do so."

Quote from an unidentified London newspaper.
"The main geographical results of both expeditions are the maps which the books contain, and it must be admitted that Mrs. Hubbard’s contribution to the cartography of Labrador is far superior to that of Wallace. It is both on a larger scale and more carefully plotted… It would require a third exploration to show whether Wallace or Mrs. Hubbard is the more accurate surveyor, but from the extremely sketchy character of Wallace’s maps we may hazard the opinion that the lady would prove the safer guide."

To read the full article in the Marginalian, click below

Most Beautiful Coverage of Labrador
 

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Not sure if you have read this book, but it is very good.
Speculations about a romantic relationship between her and the lead guide ad and interesting twist to the account.
When she got home, she married the man who gave her book the positive review. It is typical to speculate that any woman headed into the wilderness with a man is going to end up sleeping with him. Not.
 
The thread at the link below has more about her including a copy of the original receipt for her canoes and paddles from the Old Town Canoe company on May 15th, 1905.

Benson


 
The thread at the link below has more about her including a copy of the original receipt for her canoes and paddles from the Old Town Canoe company on May 15th, 1905.

Benson


That's an interesting thread with the usual disagreements about what happened to whom, and who was to blame, that we can never be sure of.
 
I was obsessed with this story several years ago, and read as much as I could about it. As to romance in the wilds, it has been my experience that two people unknown to each other, but of agreeable work ethics and humour will always develop strong bonds that may develop into romantic tendencies. On the other hand, two people with differing viewpoints of work and life in general, will usually fall out on a canoe trip, even if they are already married. Lol. Canoe trips seem to be the trying grounds for relationships.
 
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