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Title: E. Cochrane, Canada to K. Finlay, Co Down
CollectionIrish Emigration Database
FileCochrane, Ernest/5
SenderCochrane, Ernest
Sender Gendermale
Sender Occupationprovost sergeant
Sender Religionunknown
OriginRegina, Canada
DestinationCo. Down, N.Ireland
RecipientFinlay, Kate
Recipient Genderfemale
SourceT 3504/1/9: Copied by Courtesy of Mr. A.D Finlay
ArchivePublic Record Office, Northern Ireland
Doc. No.9103143
Partial Date
Doc. TypeEMG
LogAction By Date Document added by S.K., 21:01:1994.
Word Count561

The Barracks
N.W.T. [North West Territories?]

Feb 15th 95 [1895?]

My dear Katie
You will think it very
strange in my not answering
your kind note, received a
long time back. At the time
it came I was doing a lot
of travelling, and it was late
reaching me. Then I fell ill
and have not been free from
suffering for many a long
month. I had all the symtoms [symptoms?]
of cancer in the
throat (what father died of)
I was in Hospital several
times, and had to be put
under chloroform frequently.
The pain, and the dread of
what seemed to be an awful
ending made me but a
shadow of my former self.
I am nearly all right now
And the Drs [Doctors?] say I need have
no fear of the future. this is why
I did not answer your
letter or write to [Josie?] I had
not the heart, as I was my-
self: and fearing the worst
for her. Alas poor girl the
blow has come: and God
help all of you, is what I
really feel. Today I got a
message from M Mc [?]
a nephew of Bessies. I had
not written to her for long
over a year. The sad news &
my own loneliness makes
things look dreary out here.
We have had a hard winter


and not any sign of spring
yet. At times the glass has
marked 80 below the freezing
point. And the level plains
with no trees & the almost
everlasting snow, makes us
I think earn our pay dearly.
I hope and trust my dear
friend's end was peacful [peaceful?]
one out of the sadness and
blank: there is the bright
thought that she is away from
trouble & sorrow and reaping
Juice [Justice?]. It was thoughtful
of dear [Josie?] to think of me.
And I will reassure her token
of friendship. Tell your
mother and father I do feel
for them; for them the blow
must have been the hardest.
All must bow to the inevitable.
but oh its hard. If you will
allow me I will write you
sometime again: and I hope
to be, as to health, my old self
again. For more than a month
I have not tasted solid food.
How is John? I often think of
him and indeed of albert to [too?].
I am Provost Sergt [Sergeant?] here and
have charge of the prisoners
Just fancy I will be 10 years
in this force, next october:
And not an entry in the defaulter
the reward of a blameless
life. This is a comfort: but
it is not all. There is the
missing and the want. And
yet in these one cannot help
thinking, they are most part
selfish. There is no use in
my trying to say how sorry I
am for you all. What words
of mine could comfort. Just
before I took ill (at least a
few months) I was nearly lost
in the snow. I had a long


weary ride & 20 miles from
here got snow blind. the old
horse knew the way home: but
I had to be led away when I
got to the Barrack square.
My eyesight has suffered a little
sheet [?]. A thing I am a little
proud of.
With my kindest regards
for yourself: and all your
your [sic] family, believe me
my dear Katie
yours very sincerely
[Ernest Cochrane?]