I watched this fascinating clip last night on myths, legends and narratives concerning Mammoths and Mastodons in Canada.
Please note that this is not a thread on the biology or ancient existence of mammoths and their pachyderm relatives.
(Although that's always good to add as background.)
It is rather about the literature and First Nations' accounts and stories about mammoths in the Victorian era, to the early Twentieth Century.
Perhaps here the fantastical meets with truth, and an account of some of North America's last frontiers and inhabitants; from gold rush authors, to
trappers, to the last free tribal peoples.
The US "West" was no longer "wild", but the Yukon and Red River still stretched across the colonial imagination.
Or did it?
Hey, no smoke without a fire, methinks.
edit on 14-4-2023 by halfoldman because: (no reason given)