CHAPTER VI

THE COMING OF THE ENGLISH

For a hundred years England's colonies have been distinctively

dependencies--self-governing dependencies, if you will, in the case of

Canada and Australia--but distinctively dependent on the Mother Country

for protection from attack by land and sea. Has the day come when

these colonies, are to be, not lesser, but greater nations--offshoots

of the parent stock but transcending in power and wealth the parent

stock--a United Kingdom of the Outer Meres, becoming to America and

Australasia what Great Britain has been to Europe?

Ten years ago this question would have been considered the bumptious

presumption of flamboyant fancy. It isn't so considered to-day.

Rather than a flight of fancy, the question is forced on thinking minds

by the hard facts of the multiplication table. Between 1897 and 1911

there came to Canada 723,424 British colonists; and since 1911 there

have come half a million more. At the outbreak of the war settlers of

purely British birth were pouring into Canada at the rate of two

hundred thousand a year. A continuation of this immigration means that

in half a century, not counting natural increase, there will be as many

colonists of purely British birth in Canada as there are Americans west

of the Mississippi, or as there were Englishmen in England in the days

of Queen Elizabeth. It means more--one-fourth of the United Kingdom

will have been transplanted overseas. If there be any doubt as to

whether the transplanting be permanent, it should be settled by

homestead entries. In one era of something less than three years out

of 351,530 men, women and children who came, sixty thousand entered for

homesteads. In other words, if each householder were married and had a

family of four, almost the entire immigration of 351,530 was absorbed

in permanent tenure by the land. The drifters, the floaters, the

disinherited of their share of earth became landowners, proprietors of

Canada to the extent of one hundred and sixty acres. From 1897 to 1911

the Canadian government spent $2,419,957 advertising Canada in England

and paying a bonus of one pound per capita to steamship agents for each

immigrant; so that each colonist cost the Dominion something over three

dollars. I have heard immigration officials figure how each colonist

was worth to the country as a producer fifteen hundred dollars a year.

This is an excessive estimate, but the bargain was a good one for

Canada. In 1901, when Canada's population was five millions, there

were seven hundred thousand people of British birth in the Dominion; so

that of Canada's present population of 7,800,000, there are in the

Dominion a million and a half people of British birth.[1] Averaging

winter with summer for ten years, colonists of British birth have been

landing on Canada's shores at the rate of three hundred a day.

Canada's natural increase is under one hundred thousand a year.

British colonists are to-day yearly outnumbering Canada's natural

increase.

Only two other such migrations of Saxon blood have taken place in

history: when the Angles and Jutes and Saxons came in plunder raids to

English shores at the dawn of the Christian Era; when in the

seventeenth century Englishmen came to America; and both these tides of

migration were as a drop in an ocean wave compared to the numbers of

English born now flooding to the shores of Canada.

Knowing the Viking spirit that rode out to conquer the very elements in

the teeth of death, it is easy to look back and realize that these

Angles and Jutes and Saxons were bound to found a great sea empire.

So, too, of the New England Puritans! Men who sacrificed their all for

a political and religious belief were bound to build of such belief

foundation for a sturdy nation of the future. It is easy to look back

and realize. It is hard to look forward with eyes that see; but one

must be a very opaque thinker, indeed, not to wonder what this latest

vast migration of Saxon blood portends for future empire. The Jutes

and Angles and Saxons poured into ancient Albion for just one

reason--to acquire each for his own freehold of land. Look at the

ancient words! Freehold of land! For what else have a million and a

half British born come to the free homesteads of Canada? For freehold

of land--land unoppressed by taxes for war lords; land unoppressed by

tithes for landlord; land absolutely free to the worker. That such a

migration should break in waves over Canadian life and leave it

untouched, uninfluenced, unswerved, is as inconceivable as that the

Jutes and Angles and Saxons could have settled in ancient Albion and

not made it their own.

II

For years Canada was regarded chiefly in England as a dumping ground

for slums. "You have broken your mother's heart," thundered an English

magistrate to a young culprit. "You have sent your father in sorrow to

the grave. Why--I ask you--do you not go to Canada?" That such

material did not offer the best fiber for the making of a nation in

Canada did not dawn on this insular magisterial dignitary; and the

sentiments uttered were reflected in the activities of countless

philanthropies that seemed to think the porcine could be transmogrified

into the human by a simple transfer from the pig-sty of their own vices

and failure to the free untrammeled life of a colony. Fortunately

Canada has a climate that kills men who won't work. Men must stand on

their own feet in Canada, and keep those feet hustling in winter--or

die. It is not a land for people who think; the world owes them a

living. They have to earn the living and earn it hard, and if they

don't earn it, there are neither free soup kitchens nor maudlin

charities to fill idle stomachs with some other man's earnings.

"Why do you think so many young Englishmen fail to make good in

Canada?" I asked a young Yorkshire mill hand who had come to Canada

with his five brothers and homesteaded nearly a thousand acres on the

north bank of the Saskatchewan. The house was built of logs and clay.

There was not a piece of store furniture in it except the stove. The

beds were berths extemporized ship-fashion, with cowhides and

bear-skins for covering. The seats were benches. The table was a

rough-hewn plank. These young factory hands had things reduced to the

simplicity of a Robinson Crusoe. They had come out each with less than

one hundred dollars, but they had their nine hundred and sixty acres

proved up and wintered some ten horses and thirty head of cattle in a

sod and log stable. They had acquired what small ready cash they could

by selling oats and hay to newcomers. The hay they sold at four

dollars a ton, the oats at thirty cents a bushel. The boy I questioned

had all the characteristics of the overworked factory hand--abnormally

large forehead, cramped chest, half-developed limbs. Yet the health of

outdoor life glowed from his face, and he looked as if his muscles had

become knotted whipcords.

"Why do I think so many young Englishmen fail to make good settlers?"

he repeated, changing my question a little. "Because, up to a few

years ago, the wrong kind of people came. The only young Englishmen

who came up to a few years ago were no-goods, who had failed at home.

They were the kind of city scrubs who give up a job when it is hard and

then run for free meals at the soup kitchen. There aren't any soup

kitchens out here, and when they found they had to work before they

could eat, they cleared out and gave the country the blame. Men who

are out of work half the time at home get into the habit of depending

on charity keeping them. When you are a hundred miles from a railroad

town, there isn't any charity to keep you out here; you have to hustle

for yourself. But there is a different class of Englishmen coming now.

The men coming now have worked and want to work."

And yet--at another point a hundred miles from settlement I came on a

woman who belonged to that very type that ought never to emigrate. She

was a woman picked out of the slums by a charity organization. She had

presumably been scrubbed and curried and taught household duties before

being shipped in a famous colony to Canada. The colony went to pieces

in a deplorable failure on facing its first year of difficulties, but

she had married a Canadian frontiersman and remained. She wore all the

slum marks--bad teeth, loose-feeble-will in the mouth, furtive whining

eyes. She was clean personally and paraded her religion in unctuous

phrase; but I need only to tell a Canadian that she had lived in her

shanty three years and it was still bare of comfort as a biscuit box,

to explain why the Dominion regards this type as unsuitable for

pioneering. The American or Canadian wife of a frontiersman would have

had skin robes for rugs, biscuit boxes painted for bureaus, and chairs

hand-hewn out of rough timber upholstered in cheap prints. But the

really amazing thing was the condition of her children. They were fat,

rosy, exuberant in health and energy. They were Canadians. In a

decade they would begin to fill their place as nation makers. Back in

England they would have gone to the human scrap heap in hunger and

rags. Ten years of slums would have made them into what their mother

was--an unfit; but ten years of Canada was making them into robust

humans capable of battling with life and mastering it.

The line is a fine one and needs to be drawn with distinction. Canada

does not begrudge the down-and-outs, the failures, the disinherited,

the dispossessed, a chance to begin over again. She realizes that she

has room, boundless room, for such as they are to succeed--and many

more; but what she can not and will not do is assume the burden of

these people when they come to Canada and will not try and fail. What

she can not and will not do is permit Europe to clean her pig-sties of

vice and send the human offal to Canadian shores. Children, strays,

waifs, reforms--who have been taken and tested and tried and taught to

support themselves--she welcomes by the thousands. In fact, she has

welcomed 12,260 of them in ten years, and the cases of lapses back to

failure have been so small a proportion as to be inconsiderable.

In the early days, "the remittance man"--or young Englishman living

round saloons in idleness on a small monthly allowance from home--fell

into bad repute in Canada; and it didn't help his repute in the least

to have a title appended to his remittance. Unless he were efficient,

the title stood in his way when he applied for a job, whether as horse

jockey or bank clerk. Canadians do not ask--"_Who_ are you?" or

"_What_ have you?" but "_What can you do?_" "What can you do to add to

the nation's yearly output of things done--of a solid plus on the right

side of the yearly balance?" It is a brutal way of putting things. It

does not make for poetry and art. It may be sordid. I believe as a

people we Canadians, perhaps, do err on the sordid side of the

practical, but it also makes for solidity and national strength.

Ten years have witnessed a complete change in the class of Englishmen

coming to Canada. The drifter, the floater, the make-shift, rarely

comes. The men now coming are the land-seekers--of the blood and type

that settled England and New England and Virginia--of the blood and

type, in a word, that make nations. Hard on the heels of the

land-seekers have come yet another type--the type that binds country to

country in bonds tighter than any international treaty--the investors

of surplus capital.

III

It is possible to keep a record of American investments in Canada;

because possessions are registered more or less approximately at ports

of entry and in bills of incorporation; but the English investor has

acted through agents, through trust and loan companies, through banks.

He is the buyer of Canada's railway stocks, of her municipal, street

railway, irrigation and public works bonds. Of Canadian railroad bonds

and stocks, there are $395,000,000 definitely known to be held in

England. Municipal and civic bonds must represent many times that

total, and the private investments in land have been simply

incalculable. The Lloyd George system of taxation was at once followed

by enormous investments by the English aristocracy in Canada. These

investments included large holdings of city property in Montreal and

Winnipeg and Vancouver, of ranch lands in Alberta, town sites along the

new railroads, timber limits in British Columbia and copper and coal

mines in both Alberta and British Columbia. The Portland, Essex,

Sutherland and Beresford families have been among the investors. It

does not precisely mean the coming of an English aristocracy to Canada,

but it does mean the implanting of an enormous total of the British

aristocracy's capital in Canada for long-time investment.

It would be untrue to say that these investments have all been wisely

made. One wonders, indeed, at what the purchasing agents were aiming

in some cases. I know of small blocks in insignificant railroad towns

bought for sixty thousand dollars, for no other reason, apparently,

than that they cost ten thousand dollars and had been sold for twenty

thousand dollars. The block, which would yield twenty per cent. on ten

thousand dollars, yields only three per cent. on sixty thousand

dollars. Held long enough, doubtless, it will repay the investor; or

if the investor is satisfied with three per cent., where Canadians earn

twenty per cent.--it may be all right; but Canadians expect their

investments to repay capital cost in ten years, and they do not buy for

profits to posterity but for profits in a lifetime.

Similarly of many of the r_an_ches bought at five dollars an acre by

Americans and resold as r_awn_ches at twenty-five dollars to forty

dollars to Englishmen. If the Englishmen will be satisfied with two

and three per cent., where the American demands and makes twelve to

twenty per cent.--the investment may make satisfactory returns; but it

is hard to conceive of enormous tracts two and three hundred miles from

a railroad bought for fruit lands at twenty-five dollars an acre.

Fruit without a market is worse than waste. It is loss. When

questioned, these English investors explain how raw fruit lands that

sold at twenty-five dollars an acre a few years ago in the United

States to-day sell for five hundred dollars and one thousand dollars an

acre. The point they miss is--that these top values are the result of

exceptional conditions; of millionaires turning a region into a

playground as in the walnut and citrus groves of California; or of

nearness to market and water transportation; or of peculiarly finely

organized marketing unions. If the rich estates of England like to

take these risks, it is their affair; but they must not blame Canada if

their investment does not give them the same returns as more careful

buying gives the Canadian and American.

Not all investments are of this extravagant character. Hundreds of

thousands of acres and city properties untold have been bought by

English investors who will multiply their capital a hundredfold in ten

years. I know properties bought along the lines of the new railroads

for a few hundred dollars that have resold at twenty thousand and

thirty thousand and fifty thousand. It is such profits as these that

lure to wrong investment.

Horse and cattle ranching has appealed to the Englishman from the

first, and as great fortunes have been realized from it in Canada as in

Argentina. However, the day of unfenced pasture ground is past; and in

reselling ranches for farms, many English investors have multiplied

their fortunes. In the outdoor life and freedom from conventional

cares--there has been a peculiar charm in ranch life. In no life are

the grit and efficiency of the well-bred in such marked contrast with

the puling whine and shiftlessness of the settler from the cesspool of

the city slums. I have gone into a prairie shanty where an

Englishwoman sat in filth and rags and idleness, cursing the country to

which she had come and bewailing in cockney English that she had come

to this; and I have gone on to an English ranch where there presided

some young Englishman's sister, who had literally never done a stroke

in her life till she came to Canada, when in emergency of prairie fire,

or blizzard, or absent ranch hands, she has saddled her horse and

rounded to shelter herds of cattle and droves of ponies. She didn't

boast about it. She probably didn't mention it, and when winter came,

she would go off for her holiday to England or California. Having come

of blood that had proved itself fit in England, she proved the same

strain of blood in Canada; and to this class of English Canada gives

more than a welcome. She confers charter rights.

Lack of domestic help will long be the great drawback for English

people on the prairie. You may bring your help with you if you like.

If they are single, they will marry. If they are married, they will

take up land of their own and begin farming for themselves. It is this

which forces efficiency or exterminates--on the prairie. Let no woman

come to the prairie with dolce far niente dreams of opalescent peaks,

of fenceless fields and rides to a horizon that forever recedes, with a

wind that sings a jubilate of freedom. All these she will have; but

they are not ends in themselves; they are incidental. Days there will

be when the fat squaw who is doing the washing will put all the laundry

in soap suds, then roll down her sleeves and demand double pay before

she goes on. Prairie fires will come when men are absent, and women

must know how to set a back fire; and whether the ranch hands are near

or far, stock must never be allowed to drive before a blizzard. The

woman with iron in her blood will meet all fate's challenges halfway

and master every emergency. The kind that has a rabbit heart and sits

down to weep and wail should not essay adventures in the Canadian West.

IV

I said that England's colonies depended on the Mother Country for

protection from attack by land and sea. Of the vessels calling at

Canadian ports, three-fifths are British, one-fifth foreign, and

one-fifth Canadian. Whore England is the great sea carrier for Europe,

Canada has not wakened up to establish enough sea carriers for her own

needs.

Canada's exports to the whole British Empire are almost two hundred

millions a year.[2] Her aggregate trade with the British Empire has

increased three hundred per cent. since confederation, or from one

hundred and seven to three hundred and sixteen millions. With the

United States, her aggregate trade has increased from eighty-nine to

six hundred and eight millions. For one dollar's worth she buys in

England, she buys four dollars' worth in the United States. Here trade

is not following the flag, and the flag is not following trade. Trade

is following its own channels independent of the flag.

V

What is the future portent of the great migration of Englishmen of the

best blood and traditions to Canada? There can be only one portent--a

Greater Britain Overseas, and Canada herself has not in the slightest

degree wakened to what this implies. She knows that her railroads are

a safe and shorter path to the Orient than by Suez; and in a cursory

way she may also know that the nations of the world are maneuvering for

place and power on the Pacific; but that she may be drawn into the

contest and have to fight for her life in it--she hardly grasps. If

you told Canada that within the life of men and women now living her

Pacific Coast may bristle with as many forts and ports as the North

Sea--you would be greeted with an amused smile. Yet all this may be

part of the destiny of a Greater Britain Overseas.

With men such as Sir John Macdonald and Laurier and Borden on the

roster roll of Canada's great, one dislikes to charge that Canadian

statesmen have not grown big enough for their job. The Aztec Indians

used to cement their tribal houses with human blood. Canada's part in

the Great War may be the blood-sign above the lintel of her new

nationality.

[1] I have variously referred to Canada's population as five million,

seven million, and over seven million. Five million was Canada's

population before the great influx of colonists began. The census

figures of 1911 give Canada's population as 7,204,838. Add to this the

immigration for 1912, and you get the Department of Labor

figures--7,758,000. If you add the immigration for 1913 the total must

be close on 8,000,000.

[2] The figures are from the official _Trade and Commerce Report_, Part

I, 1914: They tabulate the trade of 1913 thus: Imports from United

Kingdom, $138,741,736; imports from United States, $435,770,081.

Average duty imports United Kingdom, 25.1. Average duty imports United

States, 24.1. Per cent. of goods from U. K., 20.1; per cent. of goods

from U. S., 65.1.

Exports to United Kingdom, $177,982,002; exports to United States,

$150,961,675. Percentage goods exported U. K., 47.1; percentage goods

exported U. S., 40.1.

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