"Yes, indeed, my grandfather wass once in jail," said old Mrs. McTavish, of the county of Glengarry, in Ontario, Canada; "but that wass for debt, and he wass a ferry honest man whateffer, and he would not broke his promise—no, not for all the money in Canada. If you will listen to me, I will tell chust exactly the true story about that debt, to show you what an honest man my grandfather wass.
THE CANADIAN ABROAD
When the croon of a rapid is heard on the breeze,
With the scent of a pine-forest gloom,
Or the edge of the sky is of steeple-top trees,
Set in hazes of blueberry bloom,
Or a song-sparrow sudden from quietness trills
His delicate anthem to me,
Then my heart hurries home to the Ottawa hills,
Wherever I happen to be.
When the veils of a shining lake vista unfold,
Or the mist towers dim from a fall,
Or a woodland is blazing in crimson and gold,
Or a snow-shroud is covering all,
Or there's honking of geese in the darkening sky,
When the spring sets hepatica free,
Then my heart's winging north as they never can fly,
Wherever I happen to be.
When the swallows slant curves of bewildering joy
As the cool of the twilight descends,
And rosy-cheek maiden and hazel-hue boy
Listen grave while the Angelus ends
In a tremulous flow from the bell of a shrine,
Then a faraway mountain I see,
And my soul is in Canada's evening shine,
Wherever my body may be.
THE CANADIAN ABROAD
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PRIVILEGE OF THE LIMITS
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THE WATERLOO VETERAN
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JOHN BEDELL, U. E. LOYALIST
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OLD MAN SAVARIN
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GREAT GODFREY'S LAMENT
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McGRATH'S BAD NIGHT
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SHINING CROSS OF RIGAUD
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DOUR DAVIE'S DRIVE
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PETHERICK'S PERIL
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LITTLE BAPTISTE
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RED-HEADED WINDEGO
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THE RIDE BY NIGHT
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DRAFTED
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A TURKEY APIECE
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THE SWARTZ DIAMOND
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BOSS OF THE WORLD
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MISS MINNELY'S MANAGEMENT
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