The　Man　From　Glengarry
  by　Ralph　Connor
  A　TALE　OF　THE　OTTAWA
  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。
  Dan　Murphy　was　mightily　pleased　with　himself　and　with　the　bit　of
  the　world　about　him；　for　there　lay　his　winter's　cut　of　logs　in　the
  river　below　him　snug　and　secure　and　held　tight　by　a　boom　across　the
  mouth；　just　where　it　flowed　into　the　Nation。　　In　a　few　days　he
  would　have　his　crib　made；　and　his　outfit　ready　to　start　for　the
  Ottawa　mills。　　He　was　sure　to　be　ahead　of　the　big　timber　rafts　that
  took　up　so　much　space；　and　whose　crews　with　unbearable　effrontery
  considered　themselves　the　aristocrats　of　the　river。
  Yes；　it　was　a　pleasant　and　satisfying　sight；　some　three　solid　miles
  of　logs　boomed　at　the　head　of　the　big　water。　　Suddenly　Murphy
  turned　his　face　up　the　river。
  〃What's　that　now；　d'ye　think；　LeNware？〃　he　asked。
  LeNoir；　or　〃LeNware；〃　as　they　all　called　it　in　that　country；　was
  Dan　Murphy's　foreman；　and　as　he　himself　said；　〃for　haxe；　for　hit
  （eat）；　for　fight　de　boss　on　de　reever　Hottawa！　by　Gar！〃　　Louis
  LeNoir　was　a　French…Canadian；　handsome；　active；　hardy；　and
  powerfully　built。　　He　had　come　from　the　New　Brunswick　woods　some
  three　years　ago；　and　had　wrought　and　fought　his　way；　as　he　thought；
  against　all　rivals　to　the　proud　position　of　〃boss　on　de　reever；〃
  the　topmost　pinnacle　of　a　lumberman's　ambition。　　It　was　something
  to　see　LeNoir　〃run　a　log〃　across　the　river　and　back；　that　is；　he
  would　balance　himself　upon　a　floating　log；　and　by　spinning　it
  round；　would　send　it　whither　he　would。　　At　Murphy's　question　LeNoir
  stood　listening　with　bent　head　and　open　mouth。　　Down　the　river　came
  the　sound　of　singing。　　〃Don…no　me！　　Ah　oui！　be　dam！　　Das　Macdonald
  gang　for　sure！　　De　men　from　Glengarrie；　les　diables！　　Dey　not　hout
  de　reever　yet。〃　　His　boss　went　off　into　a　volley　of　oaths
  〃They'll　be　wanting　the　river　now；　an'　they're　divils　to　fight。〃
  〃We　give　em　de　full　belly；　heh？　　Bon！〃　said　LeNoir；　throwing　back
  his　head。　　His　only　unconquered　rival　on　the　river　was　the　boss　of
  the　Macdonald　gang。
  Ho　ro；　mo　nighean　donn　bhoidheach；
  Hi…ri；　mo　nighean　donn　bhoidheach；
  Mo　chaileag；　laghach；　bhoidheach；
  Cha　phosainn　ach　thu。
  Down　the　river　came　the　strong；　clear　chorus　of　men's　voices；　and
  soon　a　〃pointer〃　pulled　by　six　stalwart　men　with　a　lad　in　the　stern
  swung　round　the　bend　into　view。　　A　single　voice　took　up　the　song
  'S　ann　tha　mo　run's　na　beanntaibh；
  Far　bheil　mo　ribhinn　ghreannar；
  Mar　ros　am　fasach　shamhraidh
  An　gleann　fad　o　shuil。
  After　the　verse　the　full　chorus　broke　forth　again
  Ho　ro；　mo　nighean；　etc。
  Swiftly　the　pointer　shot　down　the　current；　the　swaying　bodies　and
  swinging　oars　in　perfect　rhythm　with　the　song　that　rose　and　fell
  with　melancholy　but　musical　cadence。　　The　men　on　the　high　bank
  stood　looking　down　upon　the　approaching　singers。　　〃You　know　dem
  fellers？〃　said　LeNoir。　　Murphy　nodded。　　〃Ivery　divil　iv　thimBig
  Mack　Cameron；　Dannie　Ross；　Finlay　Campbellthe　redheaded　onethe
  next　I　don't　know；　and　yes！　be　dad！　there's　that　blanked　Yankee；
  Yankee　Jim；　they　call　him；　an'　bad　luck　till　him。　　The　divil　will
  have　to　take　the　poker　till　him；　for　he'll　bate　him　wid　his　fists；
  and　so　he　willand　that　big　black　divil　is　Black　Hugh；　the　brother
  iv　the　boss　Macdonald。　　He'll　be　up　in　the　camp　beyant；　and　a
  mighty　lucky　thing　for　you；　LeNoir；　he　is。〃
  〃Bah！〃　spat　LeNoir；　〃Dat　beeg　Macdonald　I　mak　heem　run　like　one
  leetle　sheep；　one　tam　at　de　long　Sault；　bah！　　No　good！〃　　LeNoir's
  contempt　for　Macdonald　was　genuine　and　complete。　　For　two　years　he
  had　tried　to　meet　the　boss　Macdonald；　but　his　rival　had　always
  avoided　him。
  Meantime；　the　pointer　came　swinging　along。　　As　it　turned　the　point
  the　boy　uttered　an　exclamation〃Look　there！〃　　The　song　and　the
  rowing　stopped　abruptly；　the　big；　dark　man　stood　up　and　gazed　down
  the　river；　packed　from　bank　to　bank　with　the　brown　saw…logs；　deep
  curses　broke　from　him。　　Then　he　caught　sight　of　the　men　on　the
  bank。　　A　word　of　command　and　the　pointer　shot　into　the　shore；　and
  the　next　moment　Macdonald　Dubh；　or　Black　Hugh；　as　he　was　sometimes
  called；　followed　by　his　men；　was　climbing　up　the　steep　bank。
  〃What　the　blank；　blank；　do　these　logs　mean；　Murphy？〃　he　demanded；
  without　pause　for　salutation。
  〃Tis　a　foine　avenin'　Misther　Macdonald；〃　said　Murphy；　blandly
  offering　his　hand；　〃an'　Hiven　bliss　ye。〃
  Macdonald　checked　himself　with　an　effort　and　reluctantly　shook
  hands　with　Murphy　and　LeNoir；　whom　he　slightly　knew。　　〃It　is　a　fery
  goot　evening；　indeed；〃　he　said；　in　as　quiet　a　voice　as　he　could
  command；　〃but　I　am　inquiring　about　these　logs。〃
  〃Shure；　an'　it　is　a　dhry　night；　and　onpolite　to　kape　yez　talking
  here。　　Come　in　wid　yez；〃　and　much　against　his　will　Black　Hugh
  followed　Murphy　to　the　tavern；　the　most　pretentious　of　a　group　of
  log　buildingsonce　a　lumber　campwhich　stood　back　a　little
  distance　from　the　river；　and　about　which　Murphy's　men；　some　sixty
  of　them；　were　now　camped。
  The　tavern　was　full　of　Murphy's　gang；　a　motley　crew；　mostly　French
  Canadians　and　Irish；　just　out　of　the　woods　and　ready　for　any
  devilment　that　promised　excitement。　　Most　of　them　knew　by　sight；
  and　all　by　reputation；　Macdonald　and　his　gang；　for　from　the
  farthest　reaches　of　the　Ottawa　down　the　St。　Lawrence　to　Quebec　the
  Macdonald　gang　of　Glengarry　men　was　famous。　　They　came；　most　of
  them；　from　that　strip　of　country　running　back　from　the　St。　Lawrence
  through　Glengarry　County；　known　as　the　Indian　Landsonce　an　Indian
  reservation。　　They　were　sons　of　the　men　who　had　come　from　the
  highlands　and　islands　of　Scotland　in　the　early　years　of　the　last
  century。　　Driven　from　homes　in　the　land　of　their　fathers；　they　had
  set　themselves　with　indomitable　faith　and　courage　to　hew　from　the；
  solid　forest；　homes　for　themselves　and　their　children　that　none
  might　take　from　them。　　These　pioneers　were　bound　together　by　ties
  of　blood；　but　also　by　bonds　stronger　than　those　of　blood。　　Their
  loneliness；　their　triumphs；　their　sorrows；　born　of　their　common
  life…long　conflict　with　the　forest　and　its　fierce　beasts；　knit　them
  in　bonds　close　and　enduring。　　The　sons　born　to　them　and　reared　in
  the　heart　of　the　pine　forests　grew　up　to　witness　that　heroic
  struggle　with　stern　nature　and　to　take　their　part　in　it。　　And
  mighty　men　they　were。　　Their　life　bred　in　them　hardiness　of　frame；
  alertness　of　sense；　readiness　of　resource；　endurance；　superb　self…
  reliance；　a　courage　that　grew　with　peril；　and　withal　a　certain
  wildness　which　at　times　deepened　into　ferocity。　　By　their　fathers
  the　forest　was　dreaded　and　hated；　but　the　so