The solid forests of Glengarry have vanished, and with the forests the men who conquered them. The manner of life and the type of character to be seen in those early days have gone too, and forever. It is part of the purpose of this book to so picture these men and their times that they may not drop quite out of mind. The men are worth remembering. They carried the marks of their blood in their fierce passions, their courage, their loyalty; and of the forest in their patience, their resourcefulness, their self-reliance. But deeper than all, the mark that reached down to their hearts' core was that of their faith, for in them dwelt the fear of God. Their religion may have been narrow, but no narrower than the moulds of their lives. It was the biggest thing in them. It may have taken a somber hue from their gloomy forests, but by reason of a sweet, gracious presence dwelling among them it grew in grace and sweetness day by day.
In the Canada beyond the Lakes, where men are making empire, the sons of these Glengarry men are found. And there such men are needed. For not wealth, not enterprise, not energy, can build a nation into sure greatness, but men, and only men with the fear of God in their hearts, and with no other. And to make this clear is also a part of the purpose of this book.
Contents
[ DEDICATION ]
[ PREFACE ]
[ THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY ]
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[ CHAPTER I ] [ CHAPTER II ] [ CHAPTER III ] [ CHAPTER IV ] [ CHAPTER V ] [ CHAPTER VI ] [ CHAPTER VII ] [ CHAPTER VIII ] [ CHAPTER IX ] [ CHAPTER X ] [ CHAPTER XI ] [ CHAPTER XII ] [ CHAPTER XIII ] [ CHAPTER XIV ] [ CHAPTER XV ] [ CHAPTER XVI ] [ CHAPTER XVII ] [ CHAPTER XVIII ] [ CHAPTER XIX ] [ CHAPTER XX ] [ CHAPTER XXI ] [ CHAPTER XXII ] [ CHAPTER XXIII ] [ CHAPTER XXIV ] [ CHAPTER XXV ] |
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