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An Algonquin Maiden A Romance of the Early Days of Upper Canada

Creator: Adam, G. Mercer (Graeme Mercer), 1830-1912
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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.
Manuel Pereira

CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. THE Unlucky Ship CHAPTER II. The Steward's Bravery CHAPTER III. The Second Storm CHAPTER IV. The Charleston Police CHAPTER V. Mr. Grimshaw, the Man of the County CHAPTER VI. The Janson in the Offing CHAPTER VII. Arrival of the Janson CHAPTER VIII. A New Dish of Secession CHAPTER IX. A few Points of the Law CHAPTER X. The Prospect Darkening CHAPTER XI. The Sheriff's Office CHAPTER XII. The Old Jail CHAPTER XIII. How it is CHAPTER XIV. Manuel Pereira Committed CHAPTER XV. The Law's Intricacy CHAPTER XVI. Plea of Just Consideration and Mistaken Constancy of the Laws CHAPTER XVII. Little George, the Captain, and Mr. Grimshaw CHAPTER XVIII. Little Tommy and the Police CHAPTER XIX. The Next Morning, and the Mayor's Verdict
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. From the portico of one of these dwellings, under a wind-swayed sign which advertised it to be a place of rest and refreshment, stepped a man of more than middle age, whose nervous gait and anxious face