Dick's Desertion: A Boy's Adventures in Canadian Forests: A Tale of the Early Settlement of Ontario — John Shaqi
Dick's Desertion: A Boy's Adventures in Canadian Forests: A Tale of the Early Settlement of OntarioPickthall, Marjorie L. C. (Marjorie Lowry Christie)
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Dick's Desertion: A Boy's Adventures in Canadian Forests: A Tale of the Early Settlement of Ontario
Pickthall, Marjorie L. C. (Marjorie Lowry Christie)
Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Ontario -- History -- Juvenile fiction
Produced by Al Haines
[Illustration: Cover art]
[Frontispiece: "The great branch torn from a neighbouring maple told
all the tale."--_p._ 20]
DICK'S DESERTION
A Boy's Adventures
in Canadian Forests
A TALE OF THE EARLY SETTLEMENT OF ONTARIO
By
MARJORIE L. C. PICKTHALL
WITH SEVEN ILLUSTRATIONS
Toronto:
The Musson Book Company, Limited.
1905
CONTENTS.
CHAP.
I. IN THE HEART OF THE WOODS
II. THE FALL OF THE TREE
III. FRIENDS INDEED
IV. A DAY IN THE WOODS
V. A BACKWOODS CHRISTMAS
VI. THE CALL OF THE FOREST
VII. A MESSAGE FROM THE WANDERER
VIII. A WOOD'S ADVENTURE
IX. ON THE PRAIRIE
X. IN THE GRIP OF THE STORM
XI. BACK TO STEPHANIE
XII. TO A GOODLY HERITAGE
ILLUSTRATIONS
"The great branch torn from a neighbouring maple told all the
tale." . . . . . . . . . _Frontispiece_
"'If I had fifty rivers and fifty canoes, I could not leave Stephanie.'"
"They began to sing the old carols their mother had taught them long
before."
"He flung out his arm, circled with savage ornaments--flung it out with
a wild gesture, and began to speak."
"He held out a tiny package, wrapped in birch-bark, with an inquiring
glance towards her."
"'For pity's sake, let me alone!' Dick pleaded. 'Go on and leave me.'"
"'Dick! Dick! Where are you?'"
DICK'S DESERTION:
A Boy's Adventures in Canadian Forests.
CHAPTER I.
In the Heart of the Woods.
It was early fall, and all the world was golden. Golden seemed the
hazy warmth of the sky; golden were the willow leaves and the delicate
foliage of the birches; even the grass, pale from the long heat of the
summer, had taken on a tinge of the all-pervading colour. Far as the
eye could reach, the woods and uplands were bright with gold, relieved
only by the deep sombre green of pines and hemlocks. Save for these,
it seemed a country that some gracious Midas had touched, turning
everything to ethereal, elfin gold.
The Midas-touch had even included the little log-cabin and its untidy
clearing, for broad-disced sunflowers were scattered over the neglected
garden, and between them bloomed late goldenrod, which had crept in
from the wilds outside; and a small patch of ground was covered with
shocks of Indian corn, roughly bound together, yellowing also beneath
the influence of sun and frost.
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