The Rise and Fall of the Hudson’s Bay Company: A Trickster’s Reflection

The Rise and Fall of the Hudson’s Bay Company: A Trickster’s Reflection

As I sit in my tipi drinking tea with my friend, the Trickster Coyote, this Sunday afternoon, we are surrounded by muskets, beaver pelts, and well-worn utensils. The fire gives off a warm glow, and we talk of the history of our nation and the workers at the local Hudson’s Bay Company fort, many of whom might soon be losing their jobs. Coyote chuckles, his sharp teeth glinting in the firelight, reminding me of the history of Canada and Indigenous peoples.

The Hudson’s Bay Company arrived in Cree (Nêhiyaw) territory over 350 years ago, bringing change, whether we wanted it or not. At first, they said they only wanted to trade—beaver pelts for metal pots, knives, and muskets. The exchange seemed fair. The land was vast, the animals plentiful, and their numbers were few—just a handful of Scotsmen and Englishmen, eager to make their fortunes. But Coyote laughs because he sees the irony of it all. These men who came as guests soon began to act like landlords, claiming the land beneath our feet as their own. They said the land was called Rupert’s Land, named after a prince of England. We call it Askiy.

At first, their presence was strange, but they were traders, and we were traders, too. We did not think of land ownership in the same way; we moved with the seasons, following the rhythm of the earth. But then, in 1812, they brought refugees from Scotland—families fleeing hardship, seeking a new beginning along the Red River. And the trickle became a flood. We wanted to help them, and we did, as we always have. The land they once said they only wanted to trade upon became land they claimed. What was once shared was now fenced. The buffalo herds that had sustained us dwindled, pushed aside by settlers and their cattle. Eventually, the Hudson’s Bay Company said the land had been sold to Canada. Coyote and I laugh at the thought—the audacity!

So we forced them to sign treaties, not with the government, but with the Crown. The Crown rules by the grace of God, and we, the Cree, are here because of Kitchi Manitou. It is unfortunate, but the treaties we signed with the Crown in good faith were often ignored or manipulated, and Canada even created the Indian Act, as enduring as the Hudson’s Bay Company itself. We said we would share the land as long as the sun shines, the grasses grow, and the rivers flow. But those words, sacred to us, were mere formalities to them.

Now, after centuries of dominance, the once-mighty Hudson’s Bay Company is struggling. The company of empire, which once controlled trade routes and dictated policies, now fights to stay afloat. They prioritized profit above all else, and now, they are victims of their own philosophy. Make money at all costs—that was their way. But now, the cost may be their own existence.

Ironically, an offshoot of their old rival, the North West Company, still thrives. It sells food and supplies in remote Indigenous communities, where prices are exorbitant, but demand never fades. They are often the only game in town. Coyote shakes his head, knowing that as long as there is money to be made, someone will always step in to fill the void.

There is a strange sadness in watching an old adversary and friend disappear. We built this country together in ways that history books rarely acknowledge. We gathered at their forts, traded, laughed, married, and sometimes fought. Their blankets and guns became part of our lives, and our furs and skills became part of their wealth. And though the nation we helped build would later betray us, we were there, side by side, from the very beginning.

Now, the Hudson’s Bay Company is but a shadow of its former self. The empire they once claimed is slipping from their grasp, just as they once took the land from us. Coyote grins, knowing that change is constant, that the land endures, and that we, the people of this land, are still here. Perhaps, in the end, that is the greatest irony of all. We will always be here.

The empire has come, the empire has gone,
The Nêhiyawak still stand strong.
We watch over this land with pride,