Illustrations of political economy, Volume 2 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 2 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
Nobody within reach, but Mr. Callum, had ever learned the alphabet, and
they could not take the liberty of asking him for information, even if
he came at the right time to give it. Angus observed that there would be
an end of this difficulty if, as he hoped, he should settle in
Garveloch.—In the midst of the shouts of the lads, and the shaking of
hands caused by this hint, Angus looked down as bashfully as if he had
never crossed the Atlantic and seen the world. He evaded all inquiries
as to his plans, and seemed anxious to go back to the past.—He related
that after being for some time in the service of the nobleman under whom
he went out, he took office, at the particular request of his master,
under the surveyor and agents appointed to measure and dispose of lands
to new settlers.
“What made your master choose you for that service?”
“Many of the settlers were from our part of the kingdom, and the
surveyor and agents were English. Quarrels arose out of their different
ways of thinking and managing; and some one was wanted to mediate
between them. I am heartily glad I was chosen, for I learned a great
deal that I should never have known by other means.—It was not utter
banishment either; for I now and then met a face I knew, and could talk
with a countryman of friends at home. There was Forbes for one; you
remember Forbes, Ella?”
“What! he that was suspected of pitching a man from his boat into the
sea after a quarrel?”
“The same. He was innocent, I am convinced; but he was so weary of
having it cast up to him, that he went abroad and settled in our
district in Canada. He had two neighbours that I knew something
of,—Keith, from Dumbarton, and Canmore the drover. Many a time did we
look back together to the bare rocks and bleak moors of Scotland, while
we were buried in the thickest of forests.—At those times, we used to
wish, for the sake of all parties, that we could send you half our
trees, for we were as much troubled with having too many as you with too
few.”
“Nay,” said Fergus, “not too few. There are near a dozen birches on the
farm above; and one may see a good many alders in the hollows near where
we used to live.”
Angus laughed heartily at Fergus’s idea of a sufficiency of wood, and
explained to him the proportion of trees to an acre in a Canadian
forest.
“What can they do with them?” Ronald asked.
“Get rid of them as fast as they can; but it costs vast labour.—Forbes,
who was not driven there by poverty, and carried money, was saved the
trouble of clearing. He took a fine fertile piece of ground on the
understanding that he would have to pay the highest rent of anybody in
the neighbourhood. Canmore was the next to settle; and he liking the axe
little better than Forbes, paid a sum for having his land cleared; but
as his land was not so good as Forbes’s, he did not pay real rent for
some time.”
“Did Forbes begin paying real rent?”
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