The Man from Glengarry; a tale of the Ottawa by Pseudonym Ralph Connor
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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. |
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