07/22/2026
In 1859, journalist and illustrator Manson Marble accompanied an oxcart train from St. Paul to British Fort Garry (Winnipeg). His journal, published in four parts (66 pages) in Harper's Monthly in 1860, describes their route and his many colorful descriptions of the journey.
The oxcart train crossed the Red River to the Dakotah side at Fort Abercrombie first, back to the east side (Minnesota) then crossed the Cheyenne River north of present Fargo on the route North, following the Red River on the Dakotah side to Pembina and Fort Garry (Winnipeg). The jog back to the east route of the river was to avoid the Sioux (Dakotah) tribes, whom all feared or avoided, including the Chippeway (Ojibwe).
On the return route South they crossed the Red River at Pembina to the east (Minnesota) side and followed the Red River closely for the proximity to water and firewood. The crossing of the river there Marble describes:
"One busy Monday morning, on the 19th of September (1859), after a rainy Sunday, we ferried ourselves over the Red River of the North, swimming the horses, dragged our carts up its steep and muddy bank, and soon left the waters, gleaming in every wave under the bright sunshine, far behind us."
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The journey through Polk County (newly formed by legislature) required crossing the Red Lake River, likely in the Fisher and Crookston area, and the Sand Hill River, near Climax. Marble describes meeting a hospitable Ojibwe man and his two sons, and draws illustrations of fording the two rivers.
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"Twenty five miles were put behind us that day, and we came to camp on the wooded banks of a beautiful river (referencing the Red Lake River). Rounding its curve we came in sight of a campfire, around which were huddled three Red Lake Indians - a father and two sons.
We fraternized directly, amazing them with a prodigal gift of tea, and saved the trouble of cooking our supper by being invited to share their huge kettle of boiled ducks.
As far as we could learn they had supped twice already, but this did not prevent them from eating a third time.
The old man, in the abundance of his hospitality, even tore strips from the sheet of white bark, which was all their shelter from the wind, to make torches for us...
The hospitality of the Indians convinced us of their honesty for the night, and we all slept with both eyes shut; and when we waked in the morning and found two of our horses gone, we accused only the quadrupeds of theft.
We scoured the woods and prairies in vain, and the Indians took up the hunt, ourselves watching by the camp. Before night one of the horses had been found and an Indian messenger returned with another one in lieu of the one lost."
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