Canada -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Canada -- Fiction
Mr. J. H. Gilchrist, M. P., possessed the initial advantages of Scotch
parentage and of early Scotch training, and besides these he was a
farmer and knew the farmer's mind. To these advantages he added those
of a course of training in Toronto University in the departments of
metaphysics and economics, and an additional advantage of five years'
pedagogical experience. He possessed, moreover, the gift of lucid and
forceful speech. With such equipment small wonder that he was in demand
for just such occasions as a Dominion Day celebration and in just such
a community as Wolf Willow. The theme of his address was Canadian
Citizenship, Its Duties and Its Responsibilities, a theme somewhat worn
but possessing the special advantage of being removed from the scope
of party politics while at the same time affording opportunity for
the elucidation of the political principles of that party which Mr.
Gilchrist represented, and above all for a fervid patriotic appeal. With
Scotch disdain of all that savoured of flattery or idle compliment, Mr.
Gilchrist plunged at once into the heart of his subject.
“First, the area of Canada. Forty-six years ago, when Canada became a
nation, the Dominion possessed an area of 662,148 square miles; to-day
her area covers 3,729,665 square miles, one-third the total size of
the British Empire, as large as the continent of Europe without Russia,
larger by over one hundred thousand square miles than the United
States.”
“Hear, hear,” cried an enthusiastic voice from the rear.
“Aye, water and snow,” in a rasping voice from old McTavish.
“Water and snow,” replied Mr. Gilchrist. “Yes, plenty of water, 125,000
square miles of it, and a good thing it is too for Canada. Some people
sniff at water,” continued the speaker with a humorous glance at
McTavish, “but even a Scotchman may with advantage acknowledge the value
of a little water.” The crowd went off into a roar of laughter at the
little Scotchman who was supposed to be averse to the custom of mixing
too much water with his drink.
“My friend, Mr. McTavish,” continued the speaker, “has all a Scotchman's
hatred of bounce and brag. I am not indulging in foolish brag, but I
maintain that no Canadian can rightly prize the worth of his citizenship
who does not know something of his country, something of the wealth of
meaning lying behind that word 'Canada,' and I purpose to tell you this
evening something of some of Canada's big things. I shall speak of them
with gratitude and with pride, but chiefly with a solemnising sense of
responsibility.
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