Last spring, when the east bank of the river between the Broadway and 25th Street bridges cratered and fell away, this tooth suddenly appeared in the dirt of the wood-chip trail.
“That’s a bison tooth,” an archaeologist friend told us, when we asked what it might be. “Can’t tell you exactly how old, but very old, certainly.” And that identification also applied to the pieces of bone that emerged from the ground in succeeding days. Some are shattered fragments, but a few are intact. One is broader than my forearm, another as massive as my thigh.
Thousands of cars cross those bridges each day. And in the midst of this roar and bustle, the land quietly holds the memory of its own magnificent life. The prairie that lies around is stupendous and wild.
Candace Savage is a Saskatoon author and the chair of Wild about Saskatoon