This spring, Reiner and I paid a visit to Caroline’s claims in Firstbrook Township. When it came to staking her properties, she made good decisions as far as location was concerned. The West Road was the main wagon track that connected her property to other transportation routes – the Montreal River to the west and the railroad line to the east.
As for making good geological choices? Not so much. Her 40-acre allotments were what mining people call “moose pasture”. A nice way of saying swamp land with no redeeming commercial value.
I’ve had a blast following in Madame Flower’s footsteps, either in person or virtually. Today, as I announce the news that the book has been published – YAY! – I realize that Caroline and I share another trait. Like the Lady Prospector, I am my own press agent.
After all, it’s the only way to get the news out if you self-publish and write for a niche market. But it’s tricky finding a balance between brag-y horn-blowing and the magical thinking “build it and they will come.”
But I wonder, did she ever feel the same hesitation that I do, to call attention to herself? I somehow doubt it, given the number of media releases she issued to papers in Ontario and New York.
But then, really, what do I know of her inner thought processes? She rarely divulged those kinds of details in her letters. The only hint that she felt anxious about anything is found in a note to her sister Annie. “She bemoaned the fact that she was not good at selling anything even though mining claims changed hands rapidly and at constantly rising prices.”
Of course, we’ll never know what she thought about this self-promotion business.
What I do know is that my book has been published, and I invite you to visit White Mountain Publications, Cobalt’s book store or visit my Facebook Page dedicated to the story of Caroline Maben Flower, Lady Prospector of the Porcupine.
Also available as an e-book.