Produced by Donald Lainson THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY A TALE OF THE OTTAWA By Ralph Connor DEDICATION TO THE MEN OF GLENGARRY WHO IN PATIENCE, IN COURAGE AND IN THE FEAR OF GOD ARE HELPING TO BUILD THE EMPIRE OF THE CANADIAN WEST THIS BOOK IS HUMBLY DEDICATED PREFACE The solid forests of Glengarry have vanished, and with the forests the men who conquered them. The manner of life and the type of character to be seen in those early days have gone too, and forever. It is part of the purpose of this book to so picture these men and their times that they may not drop quite out of mind. The men are worth remembering. They carried the marks of their blood in their fierce passions, their courage, their loyalty; and of the forest in their patience, their resourcefulness, their self-reliance. But deeper than all, the mark that reached down to their hearts' core was that of their faith, for in them dwelt the fear of God. Their religion may have been narrow, but no narrower than the moulds of their lives. It was the biggest thing in them. It may have taken a somber hue from their gloomy forests, but by reason of a sweet, gracious presence dwelling among them it grew in grace and sweetness day by day. In the Canada beyond the Lakes, where men are making empire, the sons of these Glengarry men are found. And there such men are needed. For not wealth, not enterprise, not energy, can build a nation into sure greatness, but men, and only men with the fear of God in their hearts, and with no other. And to make this clear is also a part of the purpose of this book. CONTENTS CHAPTER I THE OPEN RIVER II VENGEANCE IS MINE III THE MANSE IN THE BUSH IV THE RIDE FOR LIFE V FORGIVE US OUR DEBTS VI A NEW FRIEND VII MAIMIE VIII THE SUGARING-OFF IX A SABBATH DAY'S WORK X THE HOME-COMING OF THE SHANTYMEN XI THE WAKE XII SEED-TIME XIII THE LOGGING BEE XIV SHE WILL NOT FORGET XV THE REVIVAL XVI AND THE GLORY XVII LENOIR'S NEW MASTER XVIII HE IS NOT OF MY KIND XIX ONE GAME AT A TIME XX HER CLINGING ARMS XXI I WILL REMEMBER XXII FORGET THAT I LOVED YOU XXIII A GOOD, TRUE FRIEND XXIV THE WEST XXV GLENGARRY FOREVER THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY CHAPTER I THE OPEN RIVER The winter had broken early and the Scotch River was running ice-free and full from bank to bank. There was still snow in the woods, and with good sleighing and open rivers every day was golden to the lumbermen who had stuff to get down to the big water. A day gained now might save weeks at a chute farther down, where the rafts would crowd one another and strive for right of way.