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Saturday, March 10, 2012

The 10 Most Important Events in North American History: Conclusion.

Part one can be found here.

Part two can be found here.

Part three can be found here.

2. The Spanish Explorations.


Ever since 1492, Spain had been on something of a mad dash to explore the environs of the Caribbean sea, and by the mid-16th century, had explored much of coastal South America, made significant inroads into the conquest of the archipelagos, Central America, the former Incan and Aztec empires, and kept sending over men interested in fortunes and fame who wore armor and carried guns, as well as men interested in evangelization for the Catholic Church who wore the various robes of different religious orders (though both groups were not necessarily mutually exclusive in their desires).  Life was good.  Riches kept pouring into the coffers back home on the Iberian peninsula, missionaries and traders alike now had new avenues of expansion available, and stories kept popping up about even more wonders and golden opportunities to be had deeper into the heart of the unexplored north.  Even before Mexico was conquered in 1521, Juan Ponce de Leon had explored the coast of Florida.  On April 3, 1513, he made a landing somewhere on the Atlantic shoreline, and was simply awestruck by the lushness and beauty of the forests he found there.  He found no great cities, he found people pretty much devoid of riches, not even any proof that further inland lay gold and such, but he remained enchanted by the land nonetheless, and made a very important discovery: Florida was either incredibly large for island, or most likely not one at all.

Back in 1497, England had already beaten Spain to North America, and John Cabot (who was actually Italian, but don't tell anyone) had "discovered" what would become Newfoundland.  He was actually looking for the legendary Celtic island of Hy-Brazil, which was supposedly rich in trees that could produce a commercially valuable red dye.  Needless to say, word caught on among Italian explorers that there was land north of the Caribbean, even though no one knew exactly how much was around, to say nothing of suggesting that a new continent existed there.  Sure, some people thought Asia was right around the corner, though with the exceptions of the findings of 1497 and 1513, little else existed north of Cuba, for the European knowledge of the world, other than mists and endless expanses of water.  The conquest of Mexico changed all that.  While the land did stop at the Pacific Ocean not too far away from the eastern shores, it also got a bit wider the further north that Europeans explored.  The explorers also started seeing different landscapes, as rain-forests and glistening beaches gave way to mountains that actually had snow on top of them, forests of pines and oaks that hugged the sides of volcanoes, and finally, vast stretches of desert  and grasslands that had herds of buffalo roaming in them, and that actually got cold at night and during the winter.  They found different people there too, cultures that sometimes had constructed buildings, but nothing on the vast scale of the empires to their south, and they seemed to live in a more direct relationship with the land.  Some of them even told the newcomers that riches lie just beyond the next horizon, probably in attempt to get them to move on.

Unfortunately, the attempt did not work.  The newcomers would simply assert control over wherever they went, as long as it was within reasonable striking distance of their established operations further south.  On top of this, they would continue to expand in the direction they were pointed, but eventually everything seemed very far away, and the unfolding land kept getting bigger and more mysterious.  El Norte, then, as now, was an irresistible lure that was at once both desirable and yet seemingly worlds away.  The cost of this was that Mexico was not getting settled and developed as much as some back in Spain would have liked.  In the late 1530's, they decided to do something about it, and sent three men northwards.  Juan Rodriguez Cabrillo was sent by sea to explore the Pacific coast, and in 1542 landed on the shores of San Diego bay.  He continued up the coast perhaps as far as northern California.  Francisco Vasquez de Coronado set off on land to explore the northern desert reaches, and in 1540 he found his way into the Sonoran desert and crossed into modern-day Arizona.  His expedition made it as far as central Kansas.  Hernando de Soto landed his ships south of Tampa Bay in 1539, hacked into the mangroves, fought pretty much everyone he came across, and wandered the American south, crossing the Great Smokies and reaching his demise on the banks of the Mississippi somewhere in Arkansas, not several hundred miles away from where Coronado was stumbling around in the plains of Kansas.  None of them found empires or gold.

They did, however, succeed in establishing that a northern continent did exist.  They found lands quite different from what they expected, including more temperate climates, great rivers, endless plains, deserts with strange plants in them, and a lovely, paradise like coastal strip on the Pacific that had a climate very similar to their own in Spain.  More importantly, they found a land vast in scale, rugged, and without a unified native empire that they could topple as they had done down south.  This, combined with the awareness that Asia was actually someplace else, and that the gold was strikingly absent, led to a rather remarkable development back in Mexico.  Conquest was now followed up by colonization.  Within the next century, Mexico would be transformed as the conquerors settled down and even mingled and married with the locals, giving us the Mexicans we know and love today, a product of two worlds while also a nation of their own making.  In the same century, the concept caught on further north, and England began settling the Carolinas, Virginia, and New England.  The French would be drawn to the St. Lawrence valley and the shores of Acadia.  Granted, their interactions with the locals would take on an entirely different flavor.

The Spanish explorations of the three ventures would open up a truly new world to people looking for a new destiny back in Europe.  The mysterious lands of Mexico, the United States, and Canada were no longer just plunder opportunities for adventurers, but diverse and rich lands with landscapes and climates to suit any number of settlers looking to root somewhere new.  Most important of all, the voyages fueled the fire of exploration that would stimulate such powerful growth in the three nations, gold or not.  Though they would not properly be known as such yet...  Mexicans would march north as missionaries and primitive geologists, north into the bounty of souls and minerals that existed in the desert frontiers nestled between peaks of pines, oaks, and snow.  They would settle the paradise-like coast and found the cities of Los Angeles and San Francisco.  Canadians would also go forth as missionaries, while others would canoe the most beautiful forests in the world in search of new trading partners who had the miracle-animal known as the beaver in great supply.  They would call for their families back across the ocean and settle in strips of land branching out from the great St. Lawrence.  Americans would not send as many missionaries, but they would bring their religions with them, and would savor new freedoms as they slowly but steadily worked their way inland from the sandy islands and beaches that stretched from Cape Cod to the Georgia islands.  Some of them would continue their search for freedom by joining with the Canadians in the lands around the Great Lakes when their neighbors started getting different ideas of freedom than what they would have, and would then take the name of Canadians as well.  The three men did not know it, but they destroyed myths and exposed the continent for what is truly was (to say nothing of the huge size opening up non-Spanish ventures, space for everyone... until the 18th century anyway), thus laying the foundations for the settlement and creation of three nations.

The first footsteps of their sojourns as they crossed into the (now) United States can be found at Cabrillo National Monument, Coronado National Memorial, and De Soto National Memorial.
 
1. Cortez Not Only Conquers Mexico, but Decides to Consolidate on the Matter.


Until Cortez conquered the Aztec empire, Spanish interests in the Americas were largely confined to plundering the resources of the lands they came across.  Missionary work was important, but until the efforts made by Bartolome de las Casas to reform approaches taken in dealing with the local peoples started to change Spanish policies, it took a back seat to economic and personal interests of explorers and conquistadors.  One of the policies that de las Casas crusaded against was the use of local people in the encomienda system as slaves, which was extensive enough in practice by even the 1510's to make one think that colonization was proceeding rapidly apace.  Instead, the Spanish men were largely absentee landlords, and were more interested in pillaging the next island over rather than setting up house.  Cuba and Hispaniola were something of an exception to this lifestyle, and some towns had already been founded by the time Cortez found himself bored with life once again.

Hernando Cortez, you see, was a bit restless, and never quite good at anything other than sudden bursts of opportunism.  He went to school in Spain to become a lawyers, and spent a few years as a notary, but the news of excitement and riches to be had over across the waves was far more enticing to him than a legal career.  In 1504, he found his way to Hispaniola, acquired a plantation, joined the military, and helped consolidate the conquests of both Hispaniola and Cuba, giving him some experience in how to repeat the matter elsewhere.  Eventually, he found Cuba more to his liking than Hispaniola, but even there, stared out at the sea and wanted to take a few more chances.  In 1518, plans were drawn up to take control of Mexico, though no one really knew what was there.  Cortez was very eager to find out, and set sail for the coast of the Yucatan even as his orders were recalled at the last minute.  He slowly moved through the tropical southern shores of the Gulf of Mexico, won some women in a few fights with the locals in Tabasco, and found one in particular to be his kind of woman.  Her name was Malintzin, a woman known throughout the ages as either a traitor, a victim, or even the mother of the Mexican people.  She spoke all the important languages of the peoples that she and Cortez would come across, and knew enough to tell him how things worked in this part of the world.

Most crucial of all, however, was her relationship with Cortez.  While he did acquire her as a slave in battle, he grew fond of his interpreter, probably because she foiled a plot to have him killed.  The two fell in love and a son was born to them, perhaps the first Mestizo.  Cortez had a house built for her, and even though she ended up marrying another Spaniard a few years later, the relationship must have changed how Cortez saw the land he found himself in.  Yes, he went on to pillage, plunder, conquer, and act like a true conquistador, but for a brief while, Cortez had a taste of settlement rather than expedition.  Mexico was a very different place from the other lands he had thus far been in during his rounds of adventure, and it was an empire, an empire with a magnificent city, an empire with riches.  Mexico, not Spain, was where Cortez would make his own destiny.

He burned his ships to let his men know that he was in command of the venture, and that he was deadly serious about its success.   He fought off the Aztecs, he fought of the Spanish who came from Cuba to reassert authority over him, and conquered an empire with 600 men fighting against millions.  Then, against all odds, he decided to stay, and encouraged Spaniards to come and do the same.  His own relations with Malintzin made marriage with the locals socially acceptable, and the two different worlds started mixing into a new culture, the Mexican culture.  He stayed on to build Mexico City in the image of a Spanish colony settlement rather than something Aztec.  He built palaces for himself both here, and in Curenavaca, where he enjoyed the climate (his palace there is still a main attraction downtown).

This is not to say that things were flowing easily and peaceably.  Consolidating a conquest of an empire of millions was a daunting task, to say nothing of how Spanish culture would be asserted as superior to the native cultures time and again.  Christian expansion could not tolerate paganism, and initial missionary efforts took pains to ensure that natives were transformed from being natives.  Elements of the local culture did end up in the world of the newcomers, however.  Locals married colonists, maize continued to be ground and made into tortillas, attitudes and philosophies of life blended together.  The tequila, at least, flowed easily enough.  In the end, something neither entirely native or Spanish ended up being created, and this new Mexican culture, a blend of worlds, set the stage for the development of the future of modern North America, something mixed, something neither European, nor Indian.  For the first time, the newcomers became something more than raiders and economic entrepreneurs, and the New World was truly born.

The explorations that laid the continent open to planning rather than imagination would compel other newcomers to the north to settle the lands of the United States and Canada, but it was the likes of Cortez and his men, who dared to stick around in an alien land among an alien people, that first sparked the very concept of leaving homelands behind and becoming something altogether new.  In Mexico, this resulted in a merging.  In the United States, attempts at assimilation.  In Canada, a setting apart.  The peoples on this continent still argue, still fight, and differences still remain between our three nations, as well as between, yes, immigrants and the native born, but this continent remains the land of new beginnings and is very much its own land, even while being populated by people who came here from everywhere else ever since the Bering straits were dry land.  He and his men took a calculated gamble, just as the first Quebecois would, and the first Virginians would, or long ago, the first band of hunters chasing a mammoth just an extra few miles over the horizon did.  Worlds have since collided, and the result is the world we now see before us from that stretches from Nome to St. John's, to Miami, to San Diego, to Villa Hermosa.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Q and A Session Three

Q: What inspired you to produce this blog?

A: For the past several years, I have been traveling pretty extensively around the United States.  By traveling, I mean on the ground.  The experience has let me see how such a diverse continent fits together.  As a child, I often spent hours staring at climate and vegetation maps because I wondered how everything fit together in the place I had gone to.  I explain more of my fascination with travel and trees in the prior Q and A post, but personal geographic wonder aside, connecting maps and the real world has remained an interest of mine.  In 2008, I was able to make my first continental crossing.  Seeing the plains unfold from the forests, seeing the Rockies rise in turn from the plains, heading into mountain forests, and then down into sparse deserts, well, it was all pretty amazing.  While the main purpose of this blog is to expose our continent to my readers, I suppose the impetus to keep it going has more to do with sharing my own sense of wonder and awe over everything from Opuntia Fragilis to swimming in the Pacific Ocean for the first time.  I want to share with people how I get excited about geography, nature, history, etc.  Hopefully, some of the joy can be passed on, or at least some sort of heightened awareness of one's surroundings, no matter how seemingly mundane they might be.  Heck, right now I am half writing this, half staring at the silhouettes of some Red Pine (Pinus Resinosa) blowing in the wind outside my window.

This motivation and odd preoccupation with resinous conifers is all well and good, you say, but what about the spark that actually got you to write this glorified amateur photo-journal, you ask?  I would have to say it was because I was almost struck by lightning.  The funny thing is, I did not even flinch.  I was at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon back in June, and was simply awestruck by everything around me.  Maybe it was the cold air up around 9,000 feet up (I had been baking for weeks in lower elevations).  Maybe it was the lovely forest I was surrounded by.  Maybe it was the actual canyon.  Maybe it was seeing the storm come across the wide open space.  Whatever it was, I felt that I was in my element, and I figured that maybe I should start making a chronicle of these sojourns and experiences.

Of course, it never hurts to put more on a resume either.


Q: Why do you never write about the churches you have been to?

A: Maybe I should.  Churches and other visible religious elements are very much a part of culture, and I definitely have the academic background to write on them, having degrees in both theology and art history.  We have some wonderful religious buildings of all sorts here that can give some of the greatest ones in Europe and Asia a run for their money.  After all, this blog is about history and culture as much as trees, trees, nature, and mostly trees, and North American history can be difficult to understand purely from a secular context. Try leaving Junipero Serra out of Californian history, or Frederic Baraga out of the story of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

I am Catholic, and thus have a tendency to, you know, mostly visit Catholic churches.  For one, writing about a mosque or a Baptist church would be overstepping my bounds and field of expertise, to say nothing of how I most likely would not have the spiritual eyes to experience such places as their associated worshipers would.  That said, North American history involved more than just Catholics, and I don't think I would be struck down by lightning (knock on wood) just for stepping inside a synagogue or going to a medicine wheel.  In fact, I would not mind checking out a Synagogue or a Wheel.

As usual, send your questions my way in the comments or by e-mail at BKryda@gmail.com.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Wednesday Filler: Crossing the Great Divide at El Malpais

Central New Mexico is the first place south of Wyoming where the Rockies abate enough to allow for easier passage between plains and inter-mountain lands.  Easier, of course, is a relative term, as the lowest portions of the Great Divide are still well over 7,000 feet above sea level.

The landscape, while bearing less relief than the most dramatic portions of the spine of the continent, is still rugged and thickly vegetated enough to slow down most non-road travel.  In the area around El Malpais, forests of Ponderosa and Pinyon pines are surrounded by a great deal of black rock.  Out in the open, at lower elevations on valley floors, the rock can be seen covering a wide area, as if it spread out in a flow.

Well, its actually hardened lava, and it makes for quite the interesting landscape.  El Malpais is full of lava fields, lava caves, and small volcanoes.  Consequently, El Malpais is Spanish for "The bad land", so named by Spanish explorers who passed through the area and had an impression that the vast lava fields were barren and somewhat reminiscent of popular concepts of Hell (talk about being under and over-impressed at the same time).  Of course, they also found the area passable and a good way to move between the Rio Grand valley and the lands beyond, and some particularly enjoyed a cool permanent spring at the base of a nearby rock formation.  Eastern side lava fields give way to western side points of rest and tranquility, at least at this divide crossing.

This is known today as El Morro National Monument, and many signatures of passing travelers have been etched into the base of the cliffs, leaving us with centuries of written and pictorial records of various peoples.  I was not able to see them at the time.  As you can see, this particular passage was quite rainy on those otherwise hot and dry July days of the past summer.  The funny part is, after I had left the lava fields on the eastern side of the divide, things got quite sunny, and then quite sandy.  Even a relatively level region on the Great Divide, it seems, can really knock the weather for a loop, and truly divide the waters in two.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Crossing the Great Divide at Milner Pass

North America is broken up into three major drainage areas, wherein water flows to either the Atlantic, Pacific, or Arctic Oceans.  Mexico and the vast majority of the United States drains either to the Atlantic or Pacific bodies, whereas a very small part of the northern continental United States (Alaska is a different story) and much of Canada contains areas that flow to all three vast expanses of sea.  In Montana, one can actually stand on Triple Divide Peak and set one foot on ground that will have precipitation run down to all three oceans, which, if you ask me, is way more impressive than standing on four states at once.  Now, in some places, the divide is very apparent, and grand crests stand up that daunted travelers trying to make passage across the breadth of the continent.  Without the convenience of a vehicle, and even with one, the passage over the divide is pretty rough.  This picture was taken in May, close to the divide on I-70 in Colorado.

In other areas, the crest is shockingly low, even nearby where it might have been ridiculously high and seemingly impassable.  Passes certainly do exist in mountain ranges; North America would otherwise be very difficult to venture through, as the great north-south mountain ranges have long served as a boundary between both cultures and eco-regions, and even weather patterns.  South pass in Wyoming, for example, is a fairly level venture devoid of rugged mountain scenery that nearly every migrant took getting to destinations beyond the Rockies.  In some areas, though, the Great Divide and its pass comes as a surprise, and might be far lower than surrounding peaks, as it is here in Colorado:





This is Milner Pass, which is nearly three thousand feet lower than nearby peaks, and it runs northeast-southwest rather than the east-west one would expect from the divide being in the Rockies.  The second picture is of the eastern side of the pass, a little rocky maybe, but something that would not look too out of place in the Canadian Shield.  The western side, in the third picture, is a gentle slope with loads of pine, spruce, and fir on it, and only slopes up a mere 100 feet within the visual horizon.  So what, you might ask?  Well, this is how it looks in the surrounding area, not a mile away:

Milner Pass is very, very deceptive.  The pass lies within one of the most dramatic sections of mountain in the United States, and yet is fairly level, and nestled between ridges so neatly that it gives off the appearance of being from somewhere in north-eastern boreal Canada.  The actual rise between the watersheds was covered with ten feet of snow at the time I was there, but there was no mistaking how relatively demure it felt in the presence of otherwise dramatic scenery.  A simple rise of a few inches is all that separates water from flowing to oceans thousand of miles apart.  Take a look at this shot, viewing the pass a half mile away on the "Atlantic" side.  If it were not for the peaks in the distant background, one would hardly figure they were on the great spine of a continent.

Furthermore, Milner Pass lies within one of the source tributaries of the Colorado River, which not even 20 miles from its source is already carving out grandiose canyons and valleys.  Here, however, are some of the humble beginnings of the powerful torrent.  Passes are also known as gaps and saddles, but here we have a pass that would be better termed cradle.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Inspiration Went Downstream

Sometimes a single picture can say so much more than a long post.  

Here we have the Fall river, making a lovely meander through otherwise rugged territory in Colorado's Rocky Mountain National Park.  This view looks down 2,000 feet into the valley, and one can also see the Great Plains, 30 miles away, in between the peaks to the east.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Sunday Afternoon Post: Munising Falls

I was going to complain about the quality of, heh, "beaches" along Lake Huron's Michigan shoreline, but that would be somewhat cruel and unusual.  Instead, here is one of the many waterfalls found in Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore, Munising Falls.
While the western and central parts of the Upper Peninsula do not sit on the Canadian Shield, at least not where it lies exposed, the waters have a different potency and taste to them than would expect from a stream like this.  The flora and ever present sand are pretty much the same as what one can find in Ontario, though, and the water still gets stained by tannin enough to be golden.
It is a nice waterfall, typical of what one would expect in the best part of Michigan.  Eastern and northern falls might not be as tall and dramatic as those out west, but the smaller scale certainly adds to the tranquil intimacy of the settings in which they are commonly found.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

The 10 Most Important Events in North American History, part three.

Part one of this series can be found here.

Part two of this series can be found here.


Before we go on, I will come clean and state that the American Revolution is not on this list.  Instead, the next two events are presented as the forth and third most important events in our shared North American history, as they were far more influential in making sure the United States would even go after, much less maintain, independence.  Even if the list were just about the United States and not also Canada and Mexico, these two events would remain in place of the events that took place between 1775 and 1781.

4. The Treaty of Ghent.



Without engaging in another diatribe about how the War of 1812 gets very much ignored by most Americans, I would have to say that I maintain, and likely always will maintain, that the War of 1812 was the most important exercise in the declaration of nationhood for both the United States and Canada.  What's more, the fact that the United States got so thoroughly trounced and yet managed to tell Britain, or any nation for that matter, to mind its own business, was a message to the rest of the world that the fragile existence of a democratic state was perhaps a bit more strong that anyone had thought.  Yes, democracies had existed before, but they were not like this.  The only other large scale experiment in this kind of revolution happened in France, and, well, it really did not work out so well.  Here, not only the sovereignty of a nation  was held intact, but also its pride.  On the other side of the table, though not immediately apparent, Canada did the same thing.  As was the case in 1763, Britain did have an attractive choice in forgoing a Canadian retention, but chose not to take such an option.

Beyond these obvious considerations and players, however, lies a third party.  Two years before the war even began, Mexico had begun its war of independence under the leadership of Miguel Hidalgo.  Things got off to quite the rocky start, and by 1815 Hidalgo was executed and the Mexican forces had accomplished seemingly little in their fight to take the country.  Hope was needed if the enterprise was to succeed, and most historians will be quick to point out that things really got underway when Augustin de Iturbide switched sides from Spain and brought a good portion of the royalist army with him.  However, Iturbide also had himself crowned emperor and was more interested in destroying liberalism than in freeing Mexico.  In 1821, only a year into his reign, Iturbide was overthrown by Santa Anna, and Mexico became a republic.  Clearly there was some other inspiration out there that kept the fires burning down in Mexico.  Things were not looking good for anyone over in Europe, and the Congress of Vienna made sure that the concept of revolution would be put to rest until 1848, for the most part.  But Mexico was not part of Europe.  Call it conjecture, but maybe, just maybe, Mexicans looked north and saw that the United States was not only still standing at the end of their second war with a distant would-be ruler, but the United States made out pretty well in the deal.  For that matter, Canada survived intact.

So how did this happen, exactly?  Sure, Fort McHenry got blasted to smithereens but stood its ground for two whole days, protecting Baltimore.  Yes, Tecumseh had been killed at the Battle of the Thames, York (Toronto) had been burned to a crisp, and Britain was unwilling to devote more force to protecting Canada. However, Detroit was captured, the American forces were repulsed back across the Niagara, and Washington was taken, with the White House in need of a substantial re-construction and now famous paint job.  Most importantly, this was the first time that Canadians themselves actually fought to protect their homeland.  Yes, British regulars were responsible for many of the great victories of "Canada" during this war, but it was Canadians, English, French, and First Nations alike who shed their blood at River Raisin, Thames, Lundy's Lane, and most sacred in memory of all, Chateauguay.  Both sides were not fighting for some distant government or a handful of rich men who wanted to tell them what to do.  They were fighting for their homes, for their families, for their land.  The ideals of freedom might have been philosophized elsewhere in books and speeches and formalized into governments closer to home, but here, democracy did not mean the prosperity of "the people" so much as it meant something far more tangible when blood was spilled over beloved soil.  All of a sudden, "nation" became as important a concept as "liberty".  "Nation" existed before, but now it meant something more than just a crown.  "Nation" became "My Mexico, My America, My Canada".

In Ghent, Belgium, in August of 1814, after some very passionate fighting on the part of North Americans both north and south of the Great Lakes, Britain and the United States started talking.  The Americans did not have much to bring to the table outside of victories won at Plattsburgh and Baltimore.  Their capital had been destroyed, their army somewhat demoralized, and Canada had not been taken, to say nothing of how it had not been taken as easily as many believed it would be.  Napoleon had been defeated, and Britain was certainly capable to taking its full force over to the United States and dictating very brutal terms to the young nation if it wanted to.  Some historians claim that Britain was weary and just wanted to be done with the business of war for a while.  Rather, I think that Britain looked over at Canada and saw something different than an imperial territory, for once.  There in cold and snowy Canada were people who fought to defend their homes from invaders.  They might not have all locked arms and looked at one another lovingly while proclaiming how wonderfully Canadian they felt (and you know what, some things have not changed), but like those Yankees to the south of them, they did not have the luxury of parochial snobbery in the face of annihilation of what it meant to be what they were.  There were people there who put their lives on the line for their homes, just as Britain had done herself against Napoleon in the preceding decades.  Still, there were choices to be made.

Britain was undergoing a transformation into a world empire.  Old rival France had been soundly divested of that concept, and the concept of Spanish empire was in its death throes as well.  India, the Caribbean, Australia, Africa... new opportunities were everywhere.  Canada, seemingly good for only timber and beaver pelts, looked like a bizarre waste of resources to maintain.  The United States was clearly not part of the British world anymore, and they had far more to do with North America than Britain did, at least in terms of logical direction of commerce.  Maybe the Americans would be better off buying Canada and coming to an amicable relationship with Britain again thereafter.  Trans-Atlantic commerce could be renewed, while both sides could maintain their own business at their leisure, and not at competing interests.  Then again, those Canadians, well, they fought against that sort of thing, much to the shock of everyone.  While the Americans had been much more pro-active in telling others to get off the lawn, they were not the only ones interested in not being pushed around by a foreign power.  Instead of giving up or resuming aggression, then, Britain offered the United States a return to the ways things were before the war, a status quo antebellum.  Many Americans became convinced that they had won, and the funny thing is, they did.  They lost a war, achieving no objectives in it, but won a conference.  Granted, impressment of sailors stopped (because they were no longer needed), the British did not gain control of the northwest territories, and American independence was now very real and uncontested.

What had begun in 1776 was truly realized, and a surge of patriotism washed over the states, which were now 18 in number, and no longer the disparate colonies they started out as.  Western expansion could go on without too much worry.  Native peoples would be forced out of their lands by expansionists and pioneers.  What remained of North American French culture outside of Quebec and Louisiana went into remission.  Canada survived.  The American Revolution now truly succeeded in changing the face of the continent, but not as some people had envisioned, and "freedom" became synonymous with more than just "America", if the two neighbors were given a chance to say anything about it.


3. The Fall of Quebec.


Montcalm and Wolfe probably did not know what was happening as they were both dying that powerful day of September 13, 1759.  They knew that the war in which they were fighting was going to take a corner from here on out, and they knew that the British would take the city.  As Wolfe bled out onto the field, he initially had no idea that the French were even in retreat, and even as he was about to breathe his last, he simply gave out orders to consolidate the British position by ordering a march on the bridge over the St. Charles river to cut off retreat.  He was a solider though and through, only concerned with the actions of the battlefield, and unable or unwilling, even in his final moments, to focus any attention on the impact on the history of North America his bold strategy to take Quebec would have.  No doubt that there were many there that saw the world change that day, and knew it all too well.  The French-Canadians knew it, and they feared what would happen to their world; they had seen what had become of the Acadians.  When the Americans far to the south would learn of it, they would certainly know it; finally they would not have to worry about the French, and they could have access to the riches of the interior.  No one, however, knew that the blood spilled this day would be the seed of a revolution fought a mere 16 years later, and the birth of not only that nation, but that of Canada as well.  Likewise, no one could have imagined that the fall of Quebec would not result in the destruction of French Canada.  French rule was disputed here to the point of extinction, while French-Canadian rule silently began.

 English rule was strengthened, only to grow so strong and looming that the Americans would unite together to challenge what had become the ironic block to their growth and unrivaled prosperity.  Forget taxation, forget a lack of representation in Parliament, what the American Revolution really came down to was a monopolistic opposition, a being surrounded on all sides by one power, one very real, yet very imagined, enemy.  Don't get me wrong, the first shots were fired at Lexington and Concord, and yes, taxes are very annoying.  But those things, the wet ink on a declaration signed rather flamboyantly by a certain Mr. Hancock, and the courage shown by patriots risking life and land, that was all very potent fuel added to a fire that was lit the moment French control over the Ohio valley was relinquished.  The conditions to allow the spark to even ignite, of course, had been forming ever since the first colonists stepped off their ship and planned to make a new life for themselves.  Now, self-determination seemed like it could be more of a reality.  It took a war and a battle involving every party on the northern part of the continent to make it happen.

Meanwhile, Canada sat on the edge of the American world, cold, vast, Indian, and French.  Now it was all of those things, but worse still, part of the supposed tyranny of King George.  The truth was, Canada was simply too far away from the colonies, geographically, spiritually, culturally, and mentally.  Both Canadians and Americans settled their new land for a self-determined life away from the conditions and economics of distant mother countries.  Both Canadians and Americans would explore their continent and seek out its resources as their own.  For all they held, and hold, in common, they also were worlds apart in many ways.  Canadians were stewards of inherited traditions and pioneers of a far slower pace of converting their land into "civilization".  Americans were breakers of tradition, innovators, desperate to expand as a way of maintaining their individualist mindset.  This is not to say that everyone followed these character patterns precisely, but such patterns were, and in many ways still are illustrative of what differences lie between the peoples who otherwise seem so outwardly similar.

Then there were the choices made as a result of the Fall of Quebec.  Britain had a choice to leave Canada to the French, and instead take Guadeloupe, a very profitable sugar island in the Caribbean.  Guadeloupe was worth more than the entirety of Canada, and furthermore, there were some on parliament who wanted the French to stick around on the colonists' backdoor so that loyalty in both heart and arms would remain focused back with the crown.  Instead, the choice was made to control Canada, and later, the Quebec act would allow it to remain French in soul if not in duty.  Loyalty, needless to say, ran away from London regardless.  In that same year of 1774, the Fall of Quebec turned from a happy memory into a sign of betrayal by the British.  To this day, the Fall of Quebec is remembered by many French-Canadian separatists as the second worst event in human history after the Fall from Grace.  To Anglo-centric Canadians, it is remembered as a triumph.  Historical memory, obviously, often gets whitewashed or darkened beyond recognition.  Instead, I prefer to think the Fall as the point of conception for our nations, and the birth of a true French-Canadian independence.

And what of the peoples who had been in Canada and America long before such words even existed?  They were used as scouts, as shock troops, and as bargaining chips.  For the original people of North America, the Fall of Quebec was largely another turning point in which they would find themselves facing new political difficulties, if they would face any attention at all.  With the French gone, and the British an obstacle, but not immediately a dangerous one, the Indians were now a primary threat to the spread of American civilization and security.  History tells us plainly what has happened since this attitude gained popularity.  Savage retaliation was produced by savage assault, with little to show for it in reward, and only cultural annihilation and a loss of moral superiority the penalty inflicted on the respective sides of the ongoing war between peoples.

In the meantime, far to the south, Mexico slowly awakened from a slumber under Spanish monopoly as Jesuits improved educational access within the country, and some people began to find out about what was happening up north.  Their concept of nation, of course, had already been forming for centuries prior, and was the impetus for settlement in those lands to begin with.  Come by next Saturday to see what I mean as I conclude this series.