Alexander McGlincy landed and history was instantly made at Fort Chesterfield.
Alexander McGlincy deigned to bow to Brock Luberly, the factor, and the procession filed with stately pomp through the stockade gates. Three steps behind McGlincy came the half-empty case. Three steps behind that came a full one.
A cannon over the gate boomed, tipping McGlincy’s hat with its concussion.
The voyageurs cheered. The Union Jack flapped on the flagstaff. An Indian dog howled. Brock Luberly stood on the steps before the trading door, opened said door, bowed, and Alexander McGlincy, creaking, clinking and belching, entered.
Inside the room, a French-Canadian voyageur leaped to his feet and upset his chair; but McGlincy was too great a man to take offense at the fact that a man would think of sitti
