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How Canada was Won (Illustrated)
How Canada was Won (Illustrated)
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How Canada was Won
A Tale of Wolfe and Quebec
Contents
Chap. Page
I. The Camp on the River 9
II. French Outlaws and Robbers 25
III. Flight by Night 43
IV. Steve makes a Suggestion 61
V. Jules Lapon is Disappointed 79
VI. Left in Charge 97
VII. The Alleghany Raiders 115
VIII. A Question of Territory 133
IX. George Washington speaks 152
X. Steve and his Band of Scouts 174
XI. Held Up! 194
XII. Generosity to the Foe 215
XIII. A Traitor in the Camp 238
XIV. Steve meets an Old Enemy 254
XV. Off to Quebec 275
XVI. The Return of the Hurons 296
XVII. Down the Mighty St. Lawrence 315
XVIII. The Attack on Louisbourg 334
XIX. Wolfe makes his Last Attempt 359
XX. The Plains of Abraham 379
Chapter I
The Camp on the River
"Waal? What did yer see? Clear, I reckon."
Jim Hardman looked up swiftly as a couple of tall figures came silently into the clearing in the centre of which the camp fire burned, and he paused for a moment in the task which occupied him. He was squatting on his heels, after the fashion of the Indians and of all backwoodsmen, and was engaged in cleaning the long barrel of his musket, turning the weapon over with loving care, as if it were a child to whom he was devoted. Indeed Jim had no more faithful friend or servant. For this long musket had been his companion on many and many a hunting and prospecting expedition during the past twenty years. He scarcely ever laid it down, but carried it the day long, usually ready in his hands, or when the times were peaceful and quiet, slung across his slender shoulders. Jim could tell tales of how this faithful weapon had brought down buffalo and deer and many another animal, and had helped him to gather the stores of skins in exchange for which he obtained those few luxuries which his simple[Pg 10] nature needed. In his more communicative moods he could narrate how the bullets which he had moulded with the aid of a hot camp fire and a supply of lead had been directed against men, against the fierce Indian inhabitants of this Ohio valley, who for years past had waged a ceaseless and pitiless warfare against all white invaders of their old hunting grounds.
Indeed, "Hunting" Jim, as he was styled and known by all the backwoodsmen in those parts, had need to care for his weapon, for without it he would be lost, and his life would be at the mercy of the first redskin who crossed his path.
A Tale of Wolfe and Quebec
Contents
Chap. Page
I. The Camp on the River 9
II. French Outlaws and Robbers 25
III. Flight by Night 43
IV. Steve makes a Suggestion 61
V. Jules Lapon is Disappointed 79
VI. Left in Charge 97
VII. The Alleghany Raiders 115
VIII. A Question of Territory 133
IX. George Washington speaks 152
X. Steve and his Band of Scouts 174
XI. Held Up! 194
XII. Generosity to the Foe 215
XIII. A Traitor in the Camp 238
XIV. Steve meets an Old Enemy 254
XV. Off to Quebec 275
XVI. The Return of the Hurons 296
XVII. Down the Mighty St. Lawrence 315
XVIII. The Attack on Louisbourg 334
XIX. Wolfe makes his Last Attempt 359
XX. The Plains of Abraham 379
Chapter I
The Camp on the River
"Waal? What did yer see? Clear, I reckon."
Jim Hardman looked up swiftly as a couple of tall figures came silently into the clearing in the centre of which the camp fire burned, and he paused for a moment in the task which occupied him. He was squatting on his heels, after the fashion of the Indians and of all backwoodsmen, and was engaged in cleaning the long barrel of his musket, turning the weapon over with loving care, as if it were a child to whom he was devoted. Indeed Jim had no more faithful friend or servant. For this long musket had been his companion on many and many a hunting and prospecting expedition during the past twenty years. He scarcely ever laid it down, but carried it the day long, usually ready in his hands, or when the times were peaceful and quiet, slung across his slender shoulders. Jim could tell tales of how this faithful weapon had brought down buffalo and deer and many another animal, and had helped him to gather the stores of skins in exchange for which he obtained those few luxuries which his simple[Pg 10] nature needed. In his more communicative moods he could narrate how the bullets which he had moulded with the aid of a hot camp fire and a supply of lead had been directed against men, against the fierce Indian inhabitants of this Ohio valley, who for years past had waged a ceaseless and pitiless warfare against all white invaders of their old hunting grounds.
Indeed, "Hunting" Jim, as he was styled and known by all the backwoodsmen in those parts, had need to care for his weapon, for without it he would be lost, and his life would be at the mercy of the first redskin who crossed his path.
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