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#203 Mack, the life

November 17th, 2017

ESSAY: The Transcontinentalist: Or, The Joys of the Road

Manuscript in the Laing Papers at the B.C. Archives, written in 1915

by Hamilton Mack Laing

Reviewed and assessed by Trevor Marc Hughes


Editor’s note: We are delighted that Trevor Marc Hughes has ventured into the voluminous Laing Papers at the British Columbia Archives to assess an early unpublished book manuscript by the Canadian naturalist Hamilton Mack Laing (1883-1982).

The subject of a biography by Ormsby Review editor, Richard Mackie, Laing grew up on a farm at Clearsprings, south of Winnipeg, and taught school in rural Manitoba between 1901 and 1911. He wrote about nature and the outdoors and published his first book, Out with the Birds (New York: Outing Publishing Company), in 1913.

Passionate about art and photography, Laing studied at the Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, New York from 1911 to 1915. He bought a motorcycle, a Harley-Davidson, and spent his summers bird-watching in Manitoba. In June 1915, his Pratt studies behind him, in New York he bought a new three-speed, eleven horsepower, Harley-Davidson motorcycle with a top speed of thirty miles per hour — destination Portland, Oregon.

Mack Laing at far left in a painting class at Pratt Institute, New York, 1914. Comox Archives.

In July, in Nebraska, Mack met up with his younger brother Jim, who drove Mack’s refurbished 1914 Harley; and along the way, they picked up a young Californian named Smith Johnson for the journey between the southern desert and San Francisco. The Laing boys then motored north to visit their parents who had moved to Portland to be near their daughter and her American husband.

In 1917, Laing returned to Canada to join the war effort as a munitions instructor for the Royal Flying Corps at Beamsville, Ontario, after which he moved to B.C. He lived and wrote on the Comox waterfront between 1922 and his death in 1982, aged 99.

Trevor Hughes relishes Laing’s long-forgotten Transcontinentalist for its reminder that, “in the days before Google Street View preplanned our road trips, gypsies and adventurers like Laing sought and welcomed the unknown.” — Ed.


I often write about the connection with people afforded to motorcycle travellers. As one of them, I can personally vouch for the quality of human contact I’ve made along the open road in my two-wheeled travels.

Laing with his Harley Davidson in Manitoba, 1914. Comox Archives.

When Ormsby Review editor Richard Mackie told me of an archival treasure in the form of a century-old account of a Canadian riding across the United States of America from east to west, I had to read it. I mean, I read a lot of accounts of trans-continental motorcycle journeys, but Hamilton Mack Laing’s The Transcontinentalist: Or, The Joys of the Road is the story of riding a Harley-Davidson across its country of manufacture in 1915. What were the roads like? What were the people like? How did he get on?

Its dedication sets the stage for all those who have risked motorized travel on two wheels: “To every lover of the Winding Road.” The Road is indeed a character in this tale.

Mack Laing was a lover of the great outdoors, of flora and fauna, but specifically bird life, as Richard Mackie shows in Hamilton Mack Laing: Hunter-naturalist (Sono Nis Press, 1985).

Laing watching cranes at Ebor, Saskatchewan, 1914. Comox Archives.

Laing was a Comox-based writer and naturalist for much of his life, and one who was passionate about the preservation of birdlife wherever he went. His motorcycle travels detailed not only his connections with the everyday citizens of the United States but also chronicled the avian and human characters he came across while pursuing his ornithological interests from the seat of his Harley.

Laing’s roadside knowledge of local flora and fauna is impressive. But he doesn’t satisfy himself as he makes his way through Pennsylvania: “I halted to photograph a locust-fringed road by a farmhouse; but though I captured the trees all right I could not get the songs of the orchard orioles that sang so clearly and jubilantly.”

There were many opportunities to wax philosophical as he set out from St. James Place in Brooklyn, Mack Laing ruminating as many motorcyclists do today at the start of a lengthy journey: “How similar to a road is our entire spin through life. We may see the path clearly enough to the turn, but beyond it, the future must reveal.” Certainly, in the days before Google Street View preplanned our road trips, gypsies and adventurers like Laing sought and welcomed the unknown.

Laing and companion have a morning bath in the desert, 1915. Comox Archives.

His motorized companion was named Barking Betsy, and mud was her least favourite road surface, as is it is with my motorcycle. “Soon I met mud and some of the romance of the Road went out of it…Betsy abhors mud; in it she is as sprightly on her feet as the proverbial pig on glare ice.”

Food was sometimes difficult to come by. But the industrious Laing always seemed to endear himself or politely coerce the locals to providing a hay bed for the night in a barn with a few menu items. His focus seems clear even though – as in Nebraska when a meal consisted of a loaf of bread begged from a farmhouse – he remarks positively on the bird life: “The most pleasant thing I can recall of that meal and the place was that an Arkansas kingbird pair had a nest in the upper frame of the wind-mill…”

Today secondary roads are often paved, even if a little cracked and greying. If I was looking for an account of the conditions of secondary roads in the American Midwest a hundred years ago, Mack Laing would not disappoint: “We rode the combs till we fell into the ruts and when we got wedged there we heaved out and started again. It was rough while it lasted; the motors roared savagely at such outrageous opposition.”

The Transcontinentalist contains many other such accounts, and, while reading them, I was glad Mack Laing was spry, young, and full of vim and vigour during his cross-continent adventure.

Off-road in the desert, 1915. Comox Archives.

As a motorcycle traveller I can attest to being vulnerable to the elements. In many ways it’s what makes travel on two wheels more authentic than other more vacuum-sealed forms of travel. I remember a thunderstorm that I rode through in southern Alberta while riding to Waterton. I could see the lightning flashes ahead on the prairie and foothills of the Rockies.

When Laing experiences a thunderstorm the reader can revel in his vibrant telling of the experience, worthy of an epic: “The north-western sky was inky black, and split asunder every few moments by great jagged lightning scimitars that slashed from zenith to the horizons. It had a wicked face, that storm, and I watched it a few minutes.”

Laing sets out early, at 6 a.m., to get the best of the day’s riding in, but also to get to the nearest town’s breakfasting spot, his motorcycle’s panniers’ stores having dwindled miles before. “I got wet to the knees with soupy liquid, and finally did a grape-vine down Main Street in the direction of an eating-house sign, and then subsided.” Taking on mud, a nemesis of the biker, before breakfast can be a nasty business.

While reading Laing’s account, I couldn’t help but follow his progress using the modern convenience that is Google Street View, to see the state of the roads he rode today. What I found was glorious asphalt along a succession of secondary US highways.

One thing Laing excels at is rich description of the places he passed through. Beyond his admiring reports on bird behaviour, his analyses of characters he meets are refreshingly clear and observant compared to the brief glimpse that some of today’s motorcycle travel accounts provide in their pages.

He discovers several travel companions, including the indefatigable Frat, also riding a Harley-Davidson. But it’s the unexpected callers that he revels in describing, not unlike a novelist making an introduction. “Bill, a native of Ontario, Canada, carried a .30 Winchester and had but to open his mouth to make plain that he was not the man his rough exterior betokened.” Laing met this new acquaintance while camping near Idaho Springs.

Every day seems filled with song for Laing — bird song, that is. It is an honest, pleasant and fulfilling connection with the natural world within the boundaries of the continental United States that he finds in spades. He himself is keen to point out how his planned route avoids large cities on purpose. Mack Laing is drawn towards the natural landscape, peace and quiet, save for the barking of his reliable metal steed Betsy.

Laing takes a break in the desert, 1915. Comox Archives.

It’s the moments when you give yourself a pinch and remind yourself of where you are when travelling by motorcycle that are most poignant. There is a sense of accomplishment when I encounter a landscape of awesome beauty. Such a moment occurs to Mack Laing when he discovers a Coloradan valley, where the changes in the landscape are favouring the arid, when he has such an instant. It is “a world of dryness and heat and distance and loneliness.”

But he is also aware of and describes the intimidating aspects of the landscape, indicating his sense of vulnerability on a motorcycle when travelling the high altitudes of Colorado: “It was beautiful, wonderful, terrible, colossal, blue-grey billows on Titanic sea; magnificent, and yet with something lacking. It was the kind of thing that catches our breath and starts a tear and we know not why.”

And the moments don’t stop there, especially after having survived the wretched mud roads of Nebraska. When he gets to solid asphalt and feels the wind in his hair again, Mack Laing realizes, as many motorcycle travellers do, “…to sit up loose and easy and open the throttle a little meant quite a new joy of the road.”

I smiled widely when I read this part.

Hamilton Mack Laing makes every evening’s camp a fresh, new opportunity to experience the wild world. His observations, such as spotting a collection of antlered heads on display, stir his “hunter-pioneer blood,” exposing a certain aspect of his character, demonstrating that, with adventure travel, we can see ourselves in a new light and meet new aspects to ourselves.

To think that Laing experienced everything he did, without the modern accoutrements and gear of the motorcyclist such as a helmet, padded mesh jacket and pants, a one-man tent, or camping equipment! A bedroll and tarpaulin did the trick, as did his trusty companion Betsy.

The rattlesnakes that advisors in the east warned him about were few, and usually fell under his wheels when encountered. People were friendly and most of the time helpful and pleasant. Sometimes he even found lasting travel companions. Although he did once pay the price for drinking bad well water.

Laing in his Comox home, 1923. Comox Archives.

On its typewritten pages, I couldn’t help but grin when the lettering got darker, the result of a change of ribbon.

But does Mack Laing make it? After toiling along dusty and rutted roads, bouncing over cattle guards and punctures, sleeping under the stars in the desert, wearing out in Nevada, spotting dozens of bird species and connecting with America, he makes his way to the Golden Gate on Barking Betsy, but not before extolling one final bit of wisdom picked up along the way:

“The man who knows not the roads of a country knows not that country.”



Road warrior Trevor Marc Hughes.

Trevor Marc Hughes lives in Vancouver with his wife, Laura, and his two sons, Michael and Marc. If he can help it, he doesn’t ride his motorcycle in Vancouver; he takes it out of town, where he enjoys exploring British Columbia. His focus is speaking and writing about his adventures and learning more about his home province’s history. A former actor, he was in the regular cast of CBC-TV’s Northwood and worked as a broadcaster at CBC Radio Vancouver, mainly with The Arts Report. His two books are Zero Avenue to Peace Park: Confidence and Collapse on the 49th Parallel (2016), and Nearly 40 on the 37: Triumph and Trepidation on the Stewart-Cassiar Highway (2013), both published by Last Autograph Press. He has written for magazines such as Canadian Biker, Rider, Motorcycle Mojo, Inside Motorcycles, and RidersWest. In 2016 and 2017 he spoke at Horizons Unlimited Canada West, a gathering of overland travellers in Nakusp, giving a presentation he calls Riding Across Historic British Columbia. Trevor is now editing and preparing Laing’s The Transcontinentalist: Or, the Joys of the Road for a B.C. publisher.



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2 Responses to “#203 Mack, the life”

  1. Howard Macdonald Stewart says:

    Many thanks for this. When I was young my grandmother often insisted that I walk down the beach to visit “Mr. Laing”, an old family friend. I went sometimes though not nearly as often as I should have. Even in his 80s, Mack Laing was fitter than me and always had interesting things to show me. He was a born teacher. But the visit that stuck out the most for me was when he pulled out photos of his motorcycle trip across the US in 1916, slogging through the Nebraska mud, zooming across the desert salt flats. If it wasn’t for your article, I might have thought I’d imagined it. I’m looking forward to the book.

  2. J-Kris Nielsen says:

    Beautiful review, glad that someone has found the hidden/forgotten value in this manuscript. Hamilton Mack Laing was a rare gift to the art of observation and story telling, with an absolute flair for drawing the reader into the outdoor grandeur of our natural world. Best of luck with bringing it forward towards an actual book.
    A side-note.
    As a further tribute to the memory of Hamilton Mack Laing, the Town of Comox has filed a petition at the Supreme Court of BC, in order to amend the Trust and Will and be allowed to tear down Mack’s second house “Shakesides”, situated on the waterfront at the Comox Bay.
    For more info contact the Mack Laing Heritage Society.

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