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Brothers of Peril by Theodore Goodridge Roberts

Brothers of Peril Chapter 1 C. PAGE & COMPANY

New England Building, Boston, Mass.

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"A VIVID CIRCLE OF RED ON THE SNOW OF THAT

NAMELESS WILDERNESS"

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Brothers of Peril

A Story of Old Newfoundland

By

Theodore Roberts

Author of "Hemming, the Adventurer"

Illustrated by H. C. Edwards

Boston L. C. Page &

Company Mdccccv

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Copyright, 1905

By L. C. Page & Company

(INCORPORATED)

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All rights reserved

Published June, 1905

Second Impression, March, 1908

COLONIAL PRESS

Electrotyped and Printed by C. H. Simonds & Co.

Boston, Mass., U.S.A.

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Preface

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During the three centuries directly following John Cabot's discovery of Newfoundland, that unfortunate island was the sport of careless kings, selfish adventurers, and diligent pirates. While England, France, Spain, and Portugal were busy with courts and kings, and with spectacular battles, their fishermen and adventurers toiled together and fought together about the misty headlands of that far island. Fish, not glory, was their quest! Full cargoes, sweetly cured, was their desire-and let fame go hang!

The merchants of England undertook the guardianship of the "Newfounde Land." In greed, in valour, and in achievement they won their mastery. Their greed was a two-edged sword which cut all 'round. It hounded the aborigines; it bullied the men of France and Spain; it discouraged the settlement of the land by stout hearts of whatever nationality. It was the dream of those merchant adventurers of Devon to have the place remain for ever nothing but a fishing-station. They faced the pirates, the foreign fishers, the would-be settlers, and the natural hardships with equal fortitude and insolence. When some philosopher dreamed of founding plantations in the king's name and to the glory of God, England, and himself, then would the greedy merchants slay or cripple the philosopher's dream in the very palace of the king. Ay, they were powerful enough at court, though so little remarked in the histories of the times! But, ever and anon, some gentleman adventurer, or humble fisherman from the ships, would escape their vigilance and strike a blow at the inscrutable wilderness.

The fishing admirals loom large in the history of the island. They were the hands and eyes of the wealthy merchants. The master of the first vessel to enter any harbour at the opening of the season was, for a greater or lesser period of time, admiral and judge of that harbour. It was his duty to parcel out anchorage, and land on which to dry fish, to each ship in the harbour; to see that no sailors from the fleet escaped into the woods; to discourage any visions of settlement which sight of the rugged forests might raise in the romantic heads of the gentlemen of the fleet; to see that all foreigners were hustled on every occasion, and to take the best of everything for himself. Needless to say, it was a popular position with the hard-fisted skippers.

In the narratives of the early explorers frequent mention is made of the peaceful nature of the aborigines. At first they displayed unmistakable signs of friendly feeling. They were all willingness to trade with the loud-mouthed strangers from over the eastern horizon. They helped at the fishing, and at the hunting of seals and caribou. They bartered priceless pelts for iron hatchets and glass trinkets. Later, however, we read of treachery and murder on the parts of both the visitors and the natives. The itch of slave-dealing led some of the more daring shipmasters and adventurers to capture, and carry back to England, Beothic braves and maidens. Many of the kidnapped savages were kindly treated and made companions of by English noblemen and gentlefolk. It is recorded that more than one Beothic brave sported a sword at his hip in fashionable places of London Town before Death cut the silken bonds of his motley captivity.

Master John Guy, an alderman of Bristol, who obtained a Royal Charter in 1610, to settle and develop Newfoundland, wrote of the Beothics as a kindly and mild-mannered race. Of their physical characteristics he says: "They are of middle size, broad-chested, and very erect.... Their hair is diverse, some black, some brown, and some yellow."

As to the ultimate fate of the Beothics there are several suppositions. An aged Micmac squaw, who lives on Hall's Bay, Notre Dame Bay, says that her father, in his youth, knew the last of the Beothics. At that time-something over a hundred years ago-the race numbered between one and two hundred souls. They made periodical excursions to the salt water to fish, and to trade with a few friendly whites and Nova Scotian Micmacs. But, for the most part, they avoided the settlements. They had reason enough for so doing, for many of the settlers considered a lurking Beothic as fair a target for his buckshot as a bear or caribou. One November day a party of Micmac hunters tried to follow the remnant of the broken race on their return trip to the great wilderness of the interior. The trail was lost in a fall of snow on the night of the first day of the journey. And there, with the obliterated trail, ends the world's knowledge of the original inhabitants of Newfoundland; save of one woman of the race named Mary March, who died, a self-ordained fugitive about the outskirts of civilization, some ninety years ago.

To-day there are a few bones in the museum at St. John's. One hears stories of grassy circles beside the lakes and rivers, where wigwams once stood. Flint knives and arrow-heads are brought to light with the turning of the farmer's furrow. But the language of the lost tribe is forgotten, and the history of it is unrecorded.

In the following tale I have drawn the wilderness of that far time in the likeness of the wilderness as I knew it, and loved it, a few short years ago. The seasons bring their oft-repeated changes to brown barren, shaggy wood, and empurpled hill; but the centuries pass and leave no mark. I have dared to resurrect an extinct tribe for the purposes of fiction. I have drawn inspiration from the spirit of history rather than the letter! But the heart of the wilderness, and the hearts of men and women, I have pictured, in this romance of olden time, as I know them to-day.

T. R.

November, 1904.

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CONTENTS

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Chapter 2 A BOY WINS HIS MAN-NAME

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Chapter 3 THE OLD CRAFTSMAN BY THE SALT WATER

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Chapter 4 THE FIGHT IN THE MEADOW

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Chapter 5 OUENWA SETS OUT ON A VAGUE QUEST

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Chapter 6 THE ADMIRAL OF THE HARBOUR

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Chapter 7 THE FANGS OF THE WOLF SLAYER

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Chapter 8 THE SILENT VILLAGE

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Chapter 9 A LETTER FOR OUENWA

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Chapter 10 AN UNCHARTERED PLANTATION

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Chapter 11 GENTRY AT FORT BEATRIX

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Chapter 12 THE SETTING-IN OF WINTER

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Chapter 13 MEDITATION AND ACTION

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Chapter 14 SIGNS OF A DIVIDED HOUSE

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Chapter 15 A TRICK OF PLAY-ACTING

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Chapter 16 THE HIDDEN MENACE

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Chapter 17 THE CLOVEN HOOF

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Chapter 18 THE CONFIDENCE OF YOUTH

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Chapter 19 EVENTS AND REFLECTIONS

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Chapter 20 TWO OF A KIND

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Chapter 21 BY ADVICE OF BLACK FEATHER

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Chapter 22 THE SEEKING OF THE TRIBESMEN

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Chapter 23 BRAVE DAYS FOR YOUNG HEARTS

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Chapter 24 BETROTHED

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Chapter 25 A FIRE-LIT BATTLE. OUENWA'S RETURN

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Chapter 26 FATE DEALS CARDS OF BOTH COLOURS IN THE LITTLE FORT

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Chapter 27 PIERRE D'ANTONS PARRIES ANOTHER THRUST

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Chapter 28 A GRIM TURN OF MARCH MADNESS

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Chapter 29 THE RUNNING OF THE ICE

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Chapter 30 WOLF SLAYER COMES AND GOES; AND TROWLEY RECEIVES A VISITOR

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Chapter 31 MAGGIE STONE TAKES MUCH UPON HERSELF

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Chapter 32 WHILE THE SPARS ARE SCRAPED

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Chapter 33 THE FIRST STAGE OF THE HOMEWARD VOYAGE IS BRAVELY ACCOMPLISHED

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Chapter 34 IN THE MERRY CITY

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Chapter 35 PIERRE D'ANTONS SIGNALS HIS OLD COMRADES, AND AGAIN PUTS TO SEA

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Chapter 36 THE BRIDEGROOM ATTENDS TO OTHER MATTERS THAN LOVE

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Chapter 37 OVER THE SIDE

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Chapter 38 THE MOTHER

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