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An Algonquin Maiden A Romance of the Early Days of Upper Canada by Adam, G. Mercer (Graeme Mercer), 1830-1912, Wetherald, A. Ethelwyn, 1857-1940
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A word from our supporters: File extension TAB | Produced by Wendy Crockett, Juliet Sutherland, Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team from images generously made available by the Canadian Institute for Historical Microreproductions. AN ALGONQUIN MAIDEN A ROMANCE OF THE EARLY DAYS OF UPPER CANADA BY G. MERCER ADAM AND A. ETHELWYN WETHERALD Entered according to Act of Parliament, in the year one thousand eight hundred and eighty-six, by GRAEME MERCER ADAM and AGNES ETHELWYN WETHERALD, in the Office of the Minister of Agriculture, Ottawa. TO THE VETERAN PUBLISHER, John Lovell, Esq., OF MONTREAL, WHO HAS SPENT A LONG AND BUSY LIFE IN THE VARIED SERVICE OF HIS COUNTRY, THIS MODEST EFFORT IN THE FIELD OF CANADIAN FICTION IS AFFECTIONATELY AND ADMIRINGLY DEDICATED BY THE AUTHORS. CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. The Young Master of Pine Towers CHAPTER II. An Upper Canadian Household CHAPTER III. "When Summer Days were Fair" CHAPTER IV. Indian Annals and Legends CHAPTER V. The Algonquin Maiden CHAPTER VI. Catechisings CHAPTER VII. An Accident CHAPTER VIII. Convalescence CHAPTER IX. On the Way to the Capital CHAPTER X. York and the Maitlands CHAPTER XI. After "The Ball" CHAPTER XII. A Kiss and its Consequences CHAPTER XIII. Rival Attractions CHAPTER XIV. "Muddy Little York" CHAPTER XV. Politics at the Capital CHAPTER XVI. Love's Protestations CHAPTER XVII. A Picnic in the Woods CHAPTER XVIII. The Commodore Surrenders CHAPTER XIX. At Stamford Cottage CHAPTER XX. The Coming of Wanda CHAPTER XXI. The Passing of Wanda CHAPTER XXII. Love's Rewards AN ALGONQUIN MAIDEN. CHAPTER I. THE YOUNG MASTER OF PINE TOWERS. It was a May morning in 1825--spring-time of the year, late spring-time of the century. It had rained the night before, and a warm pallor in the eastern sky was the only indication that the sun was trying to pierce the gray dome of nearly opaque watery fog, lying low upon that part of the world now known as the city of Toronto, then the town of Little York. This cluster of five or six hundred houses had taken up a determined position at the edge of a forest then gloomily forbidding in its aspect, interminable in extent, inexorable in its resistance to the shy or to the sturdy approaches of the settler. Man _versus_ nature--the successive assaults of perishing humanity upon the almost impregnable fortresses of the eternal forests--this was the struggle of Canadian civilization, and its hard-won triumphs were bodied forth in the scattered roofs of these cheap habitations. Seen now through soft gradations of vapoury gloom, they took on a poetic significance, as tenderly intangible as the romantic halo which the mist of years loves to weave about the heads of departed pioneers, who, for the most part, lived out their lives in plain, grim style, without any thought of posing as "conquering heroes" in the eyes of succeeding generations. |