When Irish immigrants stepped off the end of the gangway in the mid 1820’s and onto Bytown’s Upper Canada soil, they were undoubtedly relieved that their harrowing journey was over. Left behind was the menace of tyranny. Before them lay the possibility of land ownership and hopes for a prosperous future.
How could they have predicted that malaria carrying mosquitos would be their undoing?
Many newly arrived Irish men were employed in the digging of the Rideau Canal, a 202 km waterway connecting Bytown (modern day Ottawa) on the Ottawa River to the city of Kingston on Lake Ontario. The canal served a dual purpose: military and economic. It allowed for secure communications and supply movement in the event of American invasion. Goods could be shipped to the Great Lakes without passing through a series of treacherous rapids. The excavation of the canal lasted six years, from 1826 to 1832.
Malaria was also known as lake fever, swamp fever or ague. The labourers dug through the swampy areas and bogs where mosquito populations prospered and spread malaria. The men’s close living quarters also contributed to the spread of the illness.

Construction of the canal was orchestrated by Lieutenant-Colonel John By. He wrote on April of 1827 about the impoverished living conditions of his ailing Irish workers : “I therefore expect to collect a great number of persons on the Works by the first May and fear from the wretched condition of most of the emigrants applying to me for work, that it will indispensable necessary to issue bedding to prevent sickness … at present the poor fellows lay with nothing but their rags to cover them, and their numbers are increasing, and the rainy season coming on, I dread the effects of Sickness and feel convinced that the distribution of bedding will be of the greatest importance.” Colonel By was granted 1000 sets of bedding which hopefully brought comfort to some.
Colonel By ordered that lumbermen cut down the trees flanking the canal excavation areas. Today, we know that this was a good strategy he was reducing the mosquito habitat. At the time, however, it was believed that “bad air”, which is the English translation of the Italian word malaria, caused the illness. His goal was to encourage the flow of fresh air into the work area to minimize infection.

Some of the Royal Sappers and Miners (engineers) who worked on the project, left for fear of contracting the disease, forfeiting the land grant promised to them upon completion of the canal. After reading the first hand account of surveyor John McTaggart, I can understand why. “The fever and ague of Canada are different, I am told, from those of other countries; they generally come on with an attack of bilious fever, dreadful vomiting, pains in the back and loins, general debility, loss of appetite, so that one cannot even take tea, a thing that can be endured by the stomach in England when nothing else can be suffered. After being in this state for eight or ten days, the yellow jaundice is likely to ensue, and then fits of trembling … For two or three hours before they arrive, we feel so cold that nothing will warm us; the greatest heat that can be applied is perfectly unfelt; the skin gets dry then the shaking begins. Our very bones ache, teeth chatter, and the ribs are sore, continuing thus in great agony for about an hour and a half; we then commonly have a vomit, the trembling ends, and a profuse sweat ensues, which lasts for two hours longer. This over, we find the malady has run one of its rounds …”

There are no exact record of the number of men who worked on the canal, but it is estimated that 2500-4000 men were working on it at any one given time. Because of worker turnover and soaring deaths due to malaria, some estimate that the collective number of workers rests as low as 4000 and as high as 10 000 men. Of the estimated 1000 deaths that occurred during the six-year construction span, 500 were attributed to malaria. Where to lay the bodies to rest became an issue because of the great numbers of dead.
My own Irish ancestors arrived in 1830, two years before the canal was completed. What an extraordinary canvas formed the backdrop of their early days in Canada. I have written a prize-winning historical fiction short story that will soon be published in an anthology. The story is based on my ancestors who emigrated from Cootehill, Cavan County, Ireland. My future plans involve expanding it into novel form. This exercise of amassing research is a true labour of love.

October 4, 2014 at 5:25 pm
An insightful perspective on the digging of the Rideau Canal, Gwen. I lived in Ottawa for 15 years, and the history of the canal is respectfully preserved there. The best rendition of the story of the canal and Lt. Col By’s contribution to the project was The Great Canadian Theatre Company’s (GCTC) staging of “Bytown”, a very moving musical depiction of the people who suffered and prospered during the historic construction of one of Canada’s most remarkable achievements. The original locks still exist today, and run from the Ottawa River, now located between Parliament Hill and the Chateau Laurier, all the way up to Hog’s Back in the northern part of Ottawa, through Merrickville, Smith’s Falls, and on to Kingston. Ships still traverse the canal today, originally built to bypass U.S. waters after the War of 1812, and both the Tulip Festival and Winterlude Festival are held in Ottawa today along the canal, and at the man-made lake Col. By created, Dow’s Lake. The canal and the lake are historic, stunning landmarks on the Ottawa scenery, and some of the loveliest areas of the city have been built along this waterway. The Rideau canal is an incredible engineering feat of the nineteenth century, or any age.
October 6, 2014 at 10:12 am
Sally, so great to hear from you! Your note has inspired me to plan a future road trip to follow the canal and visit local museums along the way. I’m sure they hold a lot of primary resources and visual inspiration. I’ll keep you posted:)
October 6, 2014 at 10:51 am
I think you will find it quite interesting and revealing. Ottawa is a treasure trove of Canadian history.
January 28, 2023 at 10:56 am
Hello
you didn’t meet the lindseys on your trip old Mrs Lindsey passed away last year and the old place is up for sale, my son doing a project the town of Cootehill, previously called Muinchille or the “Sleeve” in Irish, the only sleeve we can find on the map, is were the elbow starts at the old bridge and the hand with three fingers and a thumb is the roads branching “in the hand at the end of the sleeve” thumb is the road to Ashfield going on to Cavan the next is the road to Redhills the next is the road to Drum the next is Margarets lane going on to Rockcorry on the land right of the thumb between the water and the wrist is Lindseys old place now for sale the land of Ashfield lies between the thumb and first finger down to the left turn at Fannins of the White lake, gable pictured in your article.
their son was principal of the Royal school in Cavan, and his parents were church of Ireland clergy she had a Strawberry festival at that time of year and we got plants then, was the first I ever ate such, my mother and father still harvest currants and gooseberries and strawberries from that time they had also been in America and that was their connection.
January 28, 2023 at 3:04 pm
Hello Peter. I greatly appreciate this information which you’ve shared in such splendid detail. I was grateful, during our 2016 travels, that there were Lindsays still living in the community. It was an emotional experience to stand in front of the land my ancestors had toiled on.
Would it be possible for me to email you a question? If this is agreeable, please write t me at https://gwentuinman.com/contact/ so I have your email address.