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PEARLS  AND  PEBBLES; 


OK, 


NOTES  OF  AN  OLD  NATURALIST. 


BY 


CATHARINE    PARR   TRAILL, 

Author  ov  "Studies  of  P'.ant  Life,"  "Lost  in  the  Backwoods,"  "Afar 
IN  THE  Forest,"  Etc.,  Etc. 


WITH 

BIOGRAPHICAL    SKETCH. 

By  MARY  AGNES  FITZGIBBON, 
Author  of  "A  Veteran  of  1812,"  "A  Trip  to  Manitoua,"  Etc.,  Etc. 


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LONDON : 
SAMPSON    LOW,  MARSTON  &  COMPANY, 

LIMITED. 
TORONTO:    .v'lLLIAM  BRIGGS. 


70201 


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[ENTERED  AT  STATIONERS'  HALL.] 


PRINTED    BY 

WILLIAM      BRIGGS, 

TORONTO,    CAN. 


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CONTUNTS 


Iiitroiliu'tnrv  Not'' 

I'liiiK'nipliiciil  Sketch 

I'rt'facf       ........ 

I'lfiisiiiit  Days  (if  My  CliiMlinc.d  . 

Siinst^t  iiiid  SiinriHf  on  Fjiikc  ( >ntarii):  a  Kciiiiiiisci 

MciniirieH  of  a  May  Ardi'iiing        .... 

AiiiitliiT  May  Morning 
Mort!  Aliiiut  My  Kcatlicred  Friends 
Tlif  Kn^H'^li  'S|iarrow :  a  Di'fencH    . 
Notes  from  My  Old  Diary    . 

Tho  Spider 

l'ro8])ecting,  and  What  I  Kound  in  My  Dijfjfing 

The  Kobin  and  tiie  Mirror 

In  the  Canadian  Woods 

Tiie  First  Death  in  the  Clearing 

Alone  in  the  Forest 

t)n  the  Island  of  Minnewawa  . 

The  Children  of  the  Ff.rest  . 

Thoughts  on  Vegetable  Instinct 

Some  Curious  Plants    . 

Some  N^arieties  of  Polien  . 

The  Cranberry  Marsh  . 

Our  Native  Grasses  . 

Indian  (irass  .... 

Mosses  and  Tiicliens  .... 

The  Indian  Moss-bag    . 

Something  (lathers  Up  the  J'ragmeuts 


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ILLUSTRATIONS. 


Portrait  of  Mrs.  Traill      . 

Gun  Hill,  Southwold  Beach 

"  Reydon  Hall "        .        .        .        . 

"  Westr  7e,"  Residence  of  Mn.  Traill . 

"Polly  Cow's  Island"       . 


Frontispiece 

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INTRODri   roRN'    NOTIi. 


Mils.  Traill's  liook  was  ahvady  in  tin-  press  wlioii 
I  was  riMHU'stt'il  l)y  tlic  |ml>Iislii'r  to  write  a  sliort 
liioi^raphical  sketeli  of  the  author's  lilV'  as  an  intro- 
duction. 

B!)th  tiuu'  and  space  were  limited,  and  I  undertook 
the  task  with  much  anxietv,  knowinii'  that  with  sucli 
and  other  limitatiouH  I  couhl  scarcely  expect  to  do  the 
subject  justice. 

I  have  endeavored  to  use  Mrs.  Traill's  own  notes  and 
extracts  from  her  letters,  wherever  available,  hoping 
thus  to  draw  a  life-like  picture  rather  than  enumerate 
the  incidents  of  lier  lil'e  or  j)ut  the  ivcords  of  the  past 
into  '•  cold  type." 

I  have  dwelt  particularly  on  the  circumstances  of  Mrs. 
Traill's  childhood  and  youth,  which  I  believe  went  far 
to  inlliience  hei'  later  life  and  direct  her  literaiy  laboi'S, 
and  becuuse  they  are  also  likely  to  be  of  greater  interest 
to  the  ])ublic  and  the  readei's  of  her  books  than  a  mere 
di'tailed  reco;  1  of  her  life. 


11 


IXTR()I)rfT( )RY    XOTE. 


When  asked  some  years  ago  by  the  editor  of  the 
Youru/  C(i/aad'mn  to  write  a  sketch  of  Mrs.  Traill's  life 
for  its  columns,  tlie  rider  to  the  reijuest  was  added  that 
she  "  wished  tiie  sketch  to  be  written  with  a  loving 
pen — one  that  would  depict  the  Howers  ratlier  than  the 
thorns  that  had  strewn  her  path,"  and  I  have  in  these 
few  lines  kept  that  kindly  wish  in  view. 

If  I  have  failed  to  satisfy  m^'self  or  others  with  my 
work,  it  has  not  been  from  lack  of  love  for  the  honored 
and  valued  authoress  of  "  Pearls  and  Pehrles." 

May  we  keep  her  lono-  to  bless  us  with  her  loving 
smile  and  happy,  trustful  spirit,  and  enrich  our  literature 
still  further  with  the  products  of  her  graceful  pen. 

Mary  Agnes  FitzGibbon. 

Toronto,  December  4tli,  1894. 


BIOGRAPHICAL    SKETCH. 


Altiioi(!II  tlu!  fmuily  from  wliich  Catharine  Parr  Strickland 
(Mis.  Traill)  is  (lesccndcd  was  one  of  consideraVjle  note  and 
standing  in  the  northern  counties  of  Enjj;l!ind,  her  innnediate 
ancestor  was  born  and  spent  the  «,neatei'  pait  of  his  life  in 
London. 

The  cause  of  the  migration  of  this  bianch  of  the  Strickland 
house  was  the  unexpected  return  of  Catharine's  great-giand- 
father's  elder  and  long-lost  brother.  He  had  been  hidden  at 
the  Court  of  the  exiled  Stuarts,  at  St.  Germains,  and  returned, 
after  an  absence  of  upwards  of  twenty  years,  to  claim  the 
paternal  estate  of  Finsthwaite  Hall  and  its  dependencies.  He 
not  o'lly  established  his  claim,  but,  with  an  ungenerous  hand, 
grasped  all  the  rents  and  re\-enues  accruing  to  the  property, 
and  his  nephew,  then  a  student  at  Winchester  College,  dis- 
daining to  ask  an}'  favois  of  his  uncle,  left  the  now  reduced 
comforts  of  Light  Hall,  his  mother's  jointure  house,  and  went 
to  seek  his  fortune  in  the  metropolis.  Being  successful  in 
the  quest,  he,  after  a  time,  married  Elizabeth  Cotterell,  of 
the  loyal  Staffordshire  family  of  that  name,  smd  maternally 
descended  from  one  of  the  honest  Penderel  brothers,  who 
protected  Charles  II.  in  the  oak  at  Boscftbel,  and  succeeded, 
through  their  intrepid  loyalty  to  the  house  of  Stuart,  in 
effecting  his  escape. 


IV 


IMOCHArHICAL   SKETCH. 


Of  tills  niarriin^t'  tlicic  wci-c  (M;j;lit  children  :  Tlioiiiiis,  born 
in  17"i''^;  Siunucl,  in  ITliO,  iin<l  two  sisters.  The  remaining,' 
tour  tell  vietims  to  the  sniull  ]io.\,  at  that  date  an  almost 
inevitably  fatal  <lisease. 

Thomas,  who  was  Catharin(-"s  father,  early  olitained  eniplov- 
inent  witli  fiie  shij^owners,  .Messrs.  Ilallet  cV:  Wells,  and 
thr()U,!.!;h  them  beeame  master  and  sole  manau'er  of  the  (Jreen- 
land  doeks,  a  position  which  threw  him  in  the  way  of  meetinj^ 
many  of  t'le  i^reat  men  and  explorers  of  the  last  century.  He 
was  twice  married,  tirst  to  a  f,'rand-ni('c<'  of  Sir  l.saac  Newton, 
and  through  her  he  came  into  possession  of  anumbei'of  books 
and  other  treasures  formerly  belont^ing  to  that  celebrated 
scientist.  .Mrs.  Sti'ickland  died  within  a  few  years  of  her 
marriai^c,  ha\  in,<,'  had  only  one  child,  a  daughter,  who  died  in 
infancy;  and  in  17i)-5  Mr.  Strickland  mai'i'ied,  as  his  second 
wife.  Elizabeth  Homer,  who  was  destined  to  be  the  mother 
of  a  fannly  of  nine,  li\('  of  whom  ha\e  made  a  nanie  in  the 
literary  annals  of  the  centuiy.  Elizabeth  and  Agni-s,  after- 
ward joint  authoresses  of  "The  Lives  of  the  Queens  of  Eng- 
land," and  each  the  writer  of  other  historical  biographies, 
poetry  and  other  woi'ks  ;  Sara  and  Jane,  the  latter  author  of 
"Rome,  Regal  and  Republican,"  and  other  historical  works, 
were  born  in  London,  Kent.  TIhmv,  also,  on  .January  !)th, 
1S02,  Catharin"  Pai'r  was  born,  and  though  named  after  the 
last  (pieen  of  Henry  Vlll.,  who  was  a  Strickland,  she  has 
.always  spelt  her  tirst  name  with  a  "  C,"  and  was  ever  known 
in  the  home  circle  l)y  the  moic  endearing  words  "the  Katie.'" 

Mr.  Strickland's  health  being  ail'ected  by  too  clo.se  applica- 
tion to  business,  he  was  advised  to  njtire  and  take  up  his 
rt'sidence  in  the  more  bracing  climate  of  the  eastern  counties. 

After  living  a  few  numths  at  "The  Laurels,"  in  Thorpe, 
near  Norwich,  lie  rented  "Stowe  House,"  an  okl  j)]ace  in  the 
valley  of  the  Waveney.  not  far  from  the  town  of  Rungay. 

"The  first  and  happiest  days  of  my  life  were  spent  at  'Stowe 
House,'  in  that  loveliest  of  lovely  valleys  the  Waveney,"  she 


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writes  ;  and  truly  there  is   no  spot  in  all   England   that   can 
vie  with  it  in  nastoral  beauty. 

Th(!  highroad  between  Norwich  and  London  passes  Itehind 
the  site  of  the  old  house,  separated  and  liidden  from  it  by  the 
high,  close-cro]>ped  hedge  and  noble,  wide-spreading  oaks. 
The  hou.se  (pulled  down  only  within  the  last  few  years)  stood 
on  the  slope  of  the  hill,  and  below,  at  tlie  foot  of  the  old 
world  gardens  and  meadows,  the  lovely  river  winds  its  silvery 
way  to  the  sea.  The  green  hills,  the  projecting  headland.s, 
the  tiny  hamlets  clustered  about  the  ivy-covered  church 
towers  of  fifteenth  and  sixteenth  century  architecture;  the 
beauty  of  the  velvet}'  meadows  and  the  hawthorn  hedge.s ; 
the  red-tiled  cottages  with  their  rose-clad  porches,  and  beyond, 
against  the  sky,  the  old  grey  towers  and  massive  walls  of  that 
grand  old  stronghold,  the  Castle  of  Bungay,  where  the  fierce 
Earl  Marshal  of  England  had  defied  th(!  might  and  menace 
of  the  "  King  of  all  Cockaynie  and  all  his  braVerie,"  altogether 
form  a  scene  it  would  be  difficult  to  eijual  in  any  (juarter  of 
the  globe. 

Among  other  rooms  in  "Stowe  House,"  there  was  a  small 
brick-paved  parlor,  which  was  given  up  entirely  to  the  chil- 
dren. Here  tli<n'  learned  their  lessons,  waited  in  tlieir  white 
dresses  for  the  footman  to  summon  them  to  the  dining-room 
for  dessert,  or  played  when  debarred  by  unpropitious  weather 
from  the  "little  lane,"  so  prettil}^  described  by  Mrs.  Traill  in 
"Pleasant  Day«  of  my  Childhood." 

Man}'  anecdotes  and  stories  have  been  told  me  by  the  (>lder 
sisters  of  the  hours  spent  within  the  oak-panelled  walls  and 
by  the  great  fire-place  of  the  brick  parlor,  of  the  pranks  and 
mischief  hatched  there  against  the  arbitrary  rule  of  a  trusted 
servant  who  hated  the  "  Lunnon  children"  in  profjortion  as 
she  loved  the  SufFolk-born  daughters  of  the  house  Here 
they  learned  and  acted  scenes  from  Shakespean*,  poi'ed  o^•er 
great  leather-bound  tomes  of  history,  such  as  a  folio  erlition  of 
llapin's  "  History  of  England,"  with  Tyndalls  notes,  and 
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printed  in  last  century  tj'pe.  Here  Aj^nes  and  Elizabeth 
repeated  to  the  younger  children  Pope's  "  Homer's  Iliad," 
learned  out  of  Sir  Isaac  Newton's  own  copy,  or  told  them 
stories  from  the  old  chronicles. 

Mr.  Strickland  was  a  disciple  of  Isaak  Walton  and  a  devoted 
folhjwer  of  the  "gentle  craft,"  but  being  a  great  sufferer  from 
the  gout,  re(juired  close  attendance.  Katie  generally  accom- 
panied him  to  the  river,  and  though  Lockwood,  a  man-servant 
who  had  been  with  him  many  years,  was  always  at  hand, 
Katie  could  do  much  to  help  her  father,  and  became  very 
expert  in  h  mdiing  his  fishing-tackle,  while  still  a  very  small 
child.  One  of  Mrs.  Traill's  most  treasured  pt)ssessions  now  is 
a  copy  of  the  first  edition  of  "  The  Compleat  Angler,"  which 
formerly  belonged  to  her  father. 

When  talking  of  her  childhood,  Sara  (Mrs.  Gwillyni)  alway.s 
spoke  of  "  the  Katie  "  as  the  idolized  pet  of  the  household. 
"  She  was  such  a  fair,  soft  blue-eyed  little  darling,  always  so 
smiling  and  happy,  that  we  all  adored  her.  She  never  cried 
like  otlu'r  children — -indeed  we  used  to  say  that  Katie  never 
saw  a  sorrowful  day — for  if  anythiiig  went  wrong  she  just 
shut  her  eyes  and  the  tears  fell  from  under  the  long  lashes 
and  rolled  down  her  cheeks  like  pearls  into  her  lap.  My 
father  idolized  her.  From  her  earliest  childhood  she  always 
sat  at  his  light  iiand,  and  no  mattei*  how  iri-itable  or  cross  he 
might  be  with  the  others,  or  from  the  gout,  to  which  he  was 
a  maroyr,  he  never  said  a  cross  word  to  'the  Katie.'" 

"Stowe  House"  was  only  a  rented  property,  and  when,  in 
1808,  "Reydon  Hall,"  near  Wangford,  fell  into  the  market,  Mr. 
Strickland  bought  it  and  removed  his  family  to  the  new  home 
at  the  end  of  the  year. 

"Well  do  I  remember  the  move  to  Reydon  that  bitter 
Christmas  Eve,"  said  Mrs.  Traill,  when  speaking  of  it  on  last 
Thanksgiving  Day,  her  eyes  shining  as  bright  as  a  child's  with 
the  recollection.  "  The  roads  were  deep  in  snow,  and  we  chil- 
dren were  sent  over  in  an  open  tax-cart  with  the  servants  and 


carpenter 
pelisse  be 
as  nu'i-ry 
my  childi 
(J rave'  to 
keep  us 
Reydon  t 
A  fine 


dates  back 
fipmi,  ideal 
precious  gil 
the  road  b 
in  the  couii 
gabled  roo 
bers  anfl  lu 
fearless  na 
the  la\\'n,  j 


BIOGRAPHICAL   SKETCH. 


Vll 


Elizabeth 
's  Iliad," 
old  them 

SI  dev()te«l 
erer  from 
ly  acconi- 
,n-servant 

at  hand, 
xn\e  very 

ery  small 
ms  now  is 
•r,"  which 

m)  always 

lousehold. 

always  so 

ever  cried 

iitie  never 

she  just 

)n,i;  lashes 

ap.     My 

le  always 

cross  he 

1  he  was 

when,  in 

irket,  Mr. 

lew  home 

at  bitter 
it  on  last 
nild's  with 
d  we  chil- 
vants  and 


carpenters.  Tt  was  .so  cold  they  rolled  me  up  in  a  velvet 
pelisse  belonging  to  Eliza  to  keep  me  from  freezing,  but  I  was 
as  merry  as  a  cricket  all  the  way,  and  kept  them  laughing  ovei- 
my  childish  sallies.  We  stopped  at  a  place  called  '  Deaflnian's 
Grave'  to  have  some  straw  put  into  the  bottom  of  the  cart  to 
keep  us  warm.  No,  I  shall  never  forget  that  journey  to 
Reydon  through  the  snow." 

A  fine  old   Elizabethan   mansion,  of  which   the  title-deed 


'^;vv  ■'  J'A. 


,.  ** 


■  ".^^0._ 


■•— ■    i»r-.t^.«».t.-/..rA»' 

(il'N    HILL,    SOUTHWOLD    UEACU. 

dates  back  to  the  reign  of  Edward  VI.,  "Reydon  Hall "  was  a 
fipau  idi'al  residence  for  the  V>ringing  up  of  a  family  of  such 
precious  gifts  as  the  Strickland  sisters.  Ft  stands  back  fi-om 
the  road  behind  some  of  the  finest  oaks,  chestnuts  and  ashes 
in  the  county.  Built  of  dark  brick,  its  ivy-covered  wall,  its 
gabled  roof,  tall  chimneys,  stone-paved  kitchen,  secret  cham- 
bers and  haunted  garrets  suited  both  their  imaginative  and 
fearless  natures.  A  magnificent  sycamore  in  the  centre  of 
the  lawn,  a  dell  at  the  end  of  "  the  plantation  "  (as  a  wide 


'  <^^\  ' 


Vlll 


BIOGRAPH IC A L   SKETCH . 


i 


t»pen  Henii-cii'fular  belt  of  oaks  was  callerl),  and  the  beautiful 
Reydon  Woorl  to  the  north,  on  the  Eai'l  of  Stradbroke's 
property,  formed  a  grand  envii'onment  for  the  development  of 
thiMr  several  characteristics. 

Air.  Stiickland  educated  his  elder  daughters  himself,  and 
having  a  fine  library,  they  were  given  an  education  far  superior 
to  that  which  generally  fell  to  the  lot  of  the  daughters  of  that 
date.  He  had  purchased  a  house  in  Norwich,  anfl  always 
spent  some  months  of  the  year  in  tlia,t  b(!autiful  old  cathedral 
city,  and  as  the  attacks  of  gout  increased  in  frequency,  was 
obliged  to  reside  there  (hning  the  winter.  He  was  generally 
accompanied  by  one  or  two  of  his  daughters,  his  wife  dividing 
her  time  as  much  as  possible  betwetm  the  two  houses.  During 
her  absence  from  Reydcm,  the  care  and  educati(;n  of  the  younger 
children  devolved  upon  their  eldest  sister  Elizabeth. 

That  the  literary  bent  showed  itself  early  will  be  seen  by 
the  following  account,  which  I  cannot  refrain  from  giving  as 
much  in  Mrs.  Traill's  own  words  as  possible  : 

"  We  passed  our  daj's  in  the  lonely  old  house  in  sewing, 
walking  in  the  lanes,  sometimes  going  to  see  the  sick  and 
carry  food  or  little  comforts  to  the  cottagers;  bu!"  reading  was 
our  chief  resource.  We  ransiicked  tlie  libraiy  for  books,  we  ' 
dipped  into  old  magazines  of  the  last  centui'V,  such  as  Chris- 
topher North  styles  '  Ijottled  dulness  in  an  ancient  bin,'  and 
dull  enough  much  of  their  contents  proved.  We  tried  history, 
the  drama,  voyages  and  travels,  of  which  latter  there  was  a 
huge  folio.  We  even  tried  '  Locke  on  the  Human  Under- 
standing.' We  wanted  to  be  very  learned  just  then,  but  as 
you  may  imagine,  we  made  small  progress  in  that  direction, 
and  less  in  the  wonderfully  end)ellished  old  tome,  '  Descartes' 
Philosophy.'  We  read  Sir  Francis  Knolles'  'History  of  the 
Turks,'  with  its  curious  wood-cuts  and  cjuaint  old-style  English. 
We  dipped  into  old  Anthimy  Hoi-neck's  book  of  'Divine 
Morality,'  but  it  was  really  too  dry.  AVe  read  Ward's  '  His- 
tory of  the  Reformation  in   Rhyme,'  a  book  that  had  been 


4^-r 


1!1<)<;hai'Iii(;a[.  skktch. 


IX 


[>  l)eautit'ul 
triidbr()ke'.s 
■li){)ment  of 

iinself,  and 
:'ar  superiijr 
bers  of  that 
md  always 
cl  cathedral 
[uenc}',  was 
s  generally 
ifc  dividing 
's.  During 
the  younger 
n. 

be  seen  by 
ra  giving  as 


le  sick  and 
■eading  was 

books,  we  ' 
1  as  Chris- 
t  bin,'  and 
led  history, 
ihei-e  was  a 
an  Under- 
len,  but  as 
b  direction, 

Descartes' 
tory  of  the 
'le  English, 
of  'Divine 
ard's  '  His- 
had  been 


condemned  to  be  burnt  by  the  common  hangman.  Mow  this 
co{)y  had  escaj)ed  1  never  learned.     7  remembei"  how  it  began  : 

"  '  I  King  tlie  (IcoiIh  (»f  good  King  Harry, 
And  Ned  liis  soil  and  dauglitei-  Mary, 
And  of  a  nhort-livod  inter-rcign 
Of  one  fair  (lueen  hight  Lady  Jam.'.' 

•  "We  tuinc.l  to  t\w  Asfro/<)(/i'r'n  Mdi/n-inr  and  so  frightened 
the  cook  and  hous«'inaid  by  reading  aloud  its  iiorrible  tales  of 
wit(!hcraft  and  apparitions  that  they  were  afraid  to  go  about 
after  dark  lest  they  should  meet  the  ghost  of  old  Martin,  an 
eccentric  old  bachelor  brother  of  a  late  proprietoi-  of  i\w.  Halh 
who  had  lived  the  last  twenty  yeai's  of  his  life  secluded  in 
the  old  garret  which  still  bore  his  name  and  was  said  to  be 
haunted  by  his  unlaid  spirit.  This  garret  was  a  (juaint  old 
place,  clo.seted  round  and  papered  with  almanacs  bearing 
dates  in  the  middle  of  the  past  century.  We  childi-en  used 
to  puzzle  over  the  ni3'stical  signs  of  tlu^  Zodiac,  and  try  to 
comprehend  the  wonderful  and  mysterious  predicticjns  printed 
on  the  old  3'ellow  paper.  Thei-e  was,  too,  a  tiny  iron  gratt^ 
with  thin  rusted  bars,  and  the  hooks  that  had  held  up  the 
hangings  of  the  forlorn  recluse's  befl.  On  one  of  the  panes 
in  the  dormer  windows  there  was  a  rhyme  writti>n  with  a 
diamond  ring,  and  p<jssibly  of  his  own  competition  : 

"  '  In  a  cottage  we  will  live, 

Hapi)y,  tliough  of  low  estate. 
Every  hour  more  hliss  will  bring, 

We  in  goodness  shall  be  great. — M.  E.' 

"We  knew  little  of  his  history  but  what  the  old  servants  told 
us.  He  had  never  associated  with  the  family  when  alive.  His 
brother's  wife  made  him  live  in  the  garret  because  she  dislikerl 
him,  and  he  seldom  went  abroad.  All  the  noises  made  by  rats 
or  the  wind  in  that  part  of  the  house  were  attributed  to 
the  wanderings  of  poor  Mai-tin.  There  was  also  a  little  old 
woman  in  grey,  who  was  said   to  'walk'  and   to  j)lay  such 


X  lUOfiKAPHICAL   SKETCH. 

faitastic  tricks  as  wen;  sutHcient  to  turn  \vhit«»  the  hair  of 
those  she  visited  in  tlie  small  hours  of  the  niglit. 

"  Had  we  lived  in  the  days  of  'spiritualism'  we  should  have 
been  firm  believers  in  its  mysteries.  The  old  Hall  with  its 
desolate  garrets,  darkened  windows,  worm-eaten  floors,  closed- 
up  staircase  and  secret  recesses  might  have  harbored  a  legion 
of  ghosts — and  as  for  rappings,  we  heard  plenty  of  them.  The 
maid-servants,  who  slept  on  the  upper  floor,  where  stood  the 
huge  mangle  in  its  oaken  frame  (it  took  the  strong  arm  of  the 
gardener  to  turn  the  crank),  declared  that  it  worked  by  itself, 
the  great  linen  rollers  being  turned  without  hands  unless  it 
were  by  those  of  ghosts.  No  doubt  the  restless  little  woman  in 
grey  had  been  a  notable  housewife  in  her  time,  and  could  not 
remain  i  lie  even  after  being  in  her  gi'ave  for  a  century  or  more. 

"  To  relieve  the  tedium  of  tiie  dull  winter  days,  Susan  and 
I  formed  the  brilliant  notion  of  writing  a  novel  and  amusing 
ourselves  by  I'eading  aloud  at  night  what  hafl  been  written 
during  the  day.  But  where  should  we  find  paper  1  We  had 
no  pocktt-money,  and  even  if  we  had  been  amply  supplied 
there  was  no  place  within  our  reach  where  we  could  purchase 
the  means  of  carrying  out  our  literary  ambitions.  Enthusiastic 
genius  is  not  easily  daunted,  and  fortune  favored  us.  In  the 
best  room  there  was  a  great  Indian  pa/nrr-machr  uliest  with 
massive  brass  hinges  and  locks.  It  had  contained  the  ward- 
robe of  a  young  Indian  prince  who  had  been  sent  to  England 
with  an  embassy  to  the  Court  of  one  of  the  Georges.  This 
chest  was  large  enough  to  fill  the  space  b-jtween  the  two 
windows,  and  hold  the  large  rosewood  and  bamboo  cot  with 
its  hangings  of  stiff  cream-white  brocaded  silk  embroidered 
with  bunches  of  roses,  the  colors  still  brilliant  and  unfaded, 
alternating  with  strips  worked  in  gold  and  silver  thread.  The 
four  curtains  of  this  luxuriant  tented  cot  were  looped  with 
thick  green  ribbons.  There  were  ancient  damasks,  silks,  old 
court  dresses  that  had  belonged  to  some  grande  dame  of 
Queen  Anne's  reign,  and  turbans  of  the  finest  India  muslin 


^'!!i!. 


BIOGRAPHICAL   SKETCH. 


XI 


the  hair  of 

ihould  have 
all  with  itH 
)ors,  closed- 
'ed  a  legion 
them.  The 
H  stood  the 
arm  of  the 
sd  by  itself, 
ds  unless  it 
e  woman  in 
d  could  not 
iry  or  more. 
Susan  and 
nd  amusing 
;en  written 
?  We  had 
ly  supplied 
Id  purchase 
nthusiastic 
lis.  In  the 
uhest  with 
the  ward- 
t()  England 

3s.  This 
n  tlie  two 
lo  cot  with 
mbroidered 
d  unfaded, 
read.  The 
aoped  with 
fi,  silks,  old 

dame  of 
dia  muslin 


of  great  length  and  breadth,  yet  of  so  fine  a  texture  that  the 
whole  width  f)f  one  could  be  drawn  through  a  lady's  finger- 
ring.  My  mother  had  a'  >  made  the  olfl  chest  a  receptacle 
for  extra  stoi-es  of  house-linen,  and  underneath  all  she  had 
depctsited  many  reams  of  paper,  blotting-paper,  and  dozens  of 
i-cady-cut  quill  pens  which  had  been  sent  to  our  father  on  the 
death  of  his  brother,  who  had  been  a  clerk  in  the  Bank  of 
Ensrland.  Here  was  treasure  trove.  We  pounced  on  the 
pa'  er  and  pens — -their  being  cut  adding  much  to  their  value  — 
and  from  some  cakes  of  Indian  ink  we  contrived  to  manu- 
facture respectable  writing  fluid.  Among  the  old  V)ooks  in 
the  library  there  was  a  fine  atlas  in  two  .raarto  volumes,  full 
of  maps  anfl  abounding  in  the  most  interesting  geograj)hical 
hii-tories  of  the  European  countries,  legends,  the  truth  of 
which  we  nevrr  (|uestioned,  and  flourishing  descriptions  that 
just  suited  our  "omantic  ideas  of  places  we  had  never  stjen  but 
had  no  difficulty  in  picturing  to  ourselves.  I  chose  the  period 
of  my  hero  William  Tell,  intending  to  write  an  interesting 
love  tale  ;  Vjut  I  soon  got  my  hero  and  heroine  into  an  inextri- 
cable muddle,  so  fell  out  of  love  adventures  altogether,  anfl 
altering  my  plan  ended  by  writing  a  juvenile  tale,  which  I 
brought  to  a  more  satisfactory  conclusion.  Every  day  we 
wr()t#  a  porti(m,  and  at  night  read  it  sdoud  to  8ara.  She 
took  a  lively  interest  in  our  stories  and  gave  us  her  opinion 
and  advice,  of  which  we  took  advantage  to  improve  them 
the  following  day.  Not  feeling  quite  sure  of  our  mother's 
approval,  we  kept  our  manuscripts  carefully  concealed  after  her 
i-eturn,  but  we  were  in  even  greater  dread  of  our  eldest  sister, 
knowing  that  she  would  lecture  us  on  the  waste  of  time. 

"  Que  morning  I  was  sitting  on  the  step  inside  our  dressing- 
room  door,  reading  the  last  pages  of  my  story  to  8ara,  when 
the  door  behind  me  opened  and  a  small  white  hand  was  fjuietly 
placed  on  mine  and  the  papers  extracted.  T  looked  at  Sara 
in  dismay.  Not  a  word  had  been  spoken,  but  I  knew  my 
mother's  hand,  and  the  dread  of  Eliza's  criticism  became  an 


xu 


1H(HJ|{AI'III('AI,    SKKTCII. 


I  ! 


instant  reality  ;  and  licf  '  I  tliink  you  had  In-cn  Ix-tter 
<'ni])l<)yi>d  in  inipi'ovin;^  youi'  ^^i-ainniai-  and  .spcllin^r  than  in 
.sci'il)l)Hnji(  HU(;h  trash,'  sounded  ccuclly  siiiritstic  to  my  Hcnni- 
tivc  cars.  I,  howcvci',  l)('<,'<^e<l  t\w  restoration  of  the  despised 
manuscript,  and  obtained   it    under  to  curl   my  hair 

with  it. 

"  I  (hd  in  trulli  tear  up  tlie  iiist  pait,  hut  a  liri/^^erinfj;  afl'ec- 
tion  for  that  portion  of  it  containinfj;  the  story  of  tlie  'Swiss 
Hei'(l-l)oy  and  iiis  Alpine  Marmot,"  induced  me  t<»  pre.servj'  it, 
and  I  have  the  rouijh  copy  of  that  story  now  in  my  po.ssession." 

F<]arly  in  the  spring,'  of  tlie  foUowinjjf  year.  May  iSth,  IJ^IS, 
Mr.  Sti'ickland  dit'd  at  Noi'wich.  'J"he  sudden  tidinj^s  of  the 
failure  of  a  tirni  in  which  he  had  aHowed  his  luime  to  remain 
as  a  sleeping  partner  or  guarantor,  and  the  consetpient  loss  of 
the  principal  part  of  his  private  income,  brought  on  an  aggra- 
vated attack  of  the  gout,  which  terminated  fatally.  Katie 
had  spent  the  winter  with  him  and  her  sisters  Eli/a  and  Agnes 
in  the  town  house.  Mrs.  Strickland  was  at  Heydon,  but  was 
to  return  the  following  day  to  picpare  foi'  the  usual  move  to 
the  old  Hall  for  the  sunnner. 

Mr.  Strickland's  su<lden  death  was  a  great  shock  to  liis 
family,  and  Katie  grieved  much  for  him.  He  had  always 
been  indulgent  to  iier,  and  his  loss  was  her  hist  sorrow,  the 
first  cloud  on  her  young  life.  Here  I  may  cpiote  again  from 
her  own  notes : 

"We  had  often  heard  our  father  express  a  wish  to  be 
buried  in  some  (juiet  churchyard  beyond  the  walls  of  the 
city,  in  the  event  of  his  death  taking  place  before  his  return 
to  Reydon,  and  in  accordance  with  that  wish  he  was  laid  to 
rest  at  Lakenliam,  a  lovely  rural  spot  about  two  miles  from 
Norwich.  There  we  three  sisters,  true  mourners,  often 
resorted  during  the  summer  evenings  to  visit  the  dear  father's 
resting-place,  and  bring  a  loving  tribute  of  fresh  flowers  to 
strew  upon  the  grave." 

The  house    in    Norwich   was    retained,    and    as    the    two 


HKMJItAlMIK  AL   SKKTCM. 


XIII 


l)n)tlicrM  wprc  attt'iidiii";  Dr.  Viiljiy's  school,  the  two  rider 
sistt'fs  anil  Kiltie  rcinuitK'd  tlicie.  Klizabetli,  liaviii;,'  hccn  her 
tattler's  ainaiiueiisis  and  coiitidaiite,  had  iiiuch  to  do  in  eon- 
iiectioii  with  husiness  niatteis.  A<,'nes  was  not  stron;,',  and 
re(|uiriii;i  t'iei|U('nt  ehanj^e  ot'  air.  was  much  fiway  visiting; 
friends.      Katie  was  thus  left  very  nuicli  to  herself. 

*'  I  had   access   to   the  <'ity  lihiary,  so  that    I    had   no   lack 
of  reading'  matter,  and   my  needle,  vaiied   l»y  a  daily  walk  to 
the  j,'arden  helow  the  city  wall,  occupied  a  <,'(»od  deal  of  my 
lime.     The  garden  was  shut  in  hy  a  high  paling  and  was  (|uite 
inivate.      I  spent   many  hours   in   this  retreat  with  my  books, 
and  it  was  at  this  time  that  1    ventured  once  more  to  indulge 
the  scrihhling  fcNcr   which   had   been   nipped   in   the  hud  by 
ad\erse  ciiticism  the  preceding  year.      \  was  a  great  lover  of 
the  picturescjue,  and  used  to  watch  with  intense  inteicst  the 
Highland  drovers  as  they  passed  to  the  great  Norwich  nwuket. 
i  admired  their  blue  bonnets  and   the  shej)herd's  plaids  they 
wore  so  gracefully  across  breast  and  shoulder,  and  the  rough 
coats  of  the  c»tllie  dogs  that  always  accompanied  them,  and 
often  listened  to  the   wild   notes  of  the   bagpiju's.      Scotland 
was  the  dream  of  my  youth.     Its  history  and  poetiy  had  taken 
a  sti'ong  hold  on  my  fancy,  and  I  called  the  first  story  T  wrote 
at  this  time,   '  The   liliiid   Highland  Piper.'      The   next  was 
inspired  by  a  pretty  little  lad  with  an  earnest  face  and  bright 
golden  curls  peeping  from  under  a  ragged  cap.     He  carried  a 
wooden  yoke  on  his  shoulders,  fi'om  which  w(;re  suspended 
two  water-pails.     He  passed  the  window  so  often  to  and  fro 
that  I  grew  to  watch  for  him,  and  give  him  a  little  nod  and 
smile   to   cheer  his   labors   day   by   day.      I    never  knew    his 
history,  so  I  just   made   one   for   him   myself,  and   called  my 
story  after  him,   '  The  Little  Water-Carrier.'     Thus  I  amused 
myself  until  ni}'  collection  comprised  some  half-dozen  tales. 
One  day  I   was  longer  than  usual  absent  at  the  city  wall 
garden  gathering  red  currants,  and  had  unwittingly  left  my 
manuscript  on  the  writing-table.     On  my  return,  to  my  con- 


I 


XIV 


HMMlKAI'HirAL   SKETCH. 


1:  ! 


t'uHion  and  (iisinay,  I  t'ouiul  it  had  heeti  reiiutved.  I  could 
not  Huniiiion  courage  to  ((ucHtioii  my  Mister  about  it,  ho  suid 
iiotliit\;<  of  luy  Iohh.  A  few  days  passed,  and  \  hej^aii  to  fear 
it  had  hetMi  l)urne(l,  hut  on  the  next  visit  of  our  guardian, 
Mr.  Morgan,  (»n  husiness  connect«'d  with  my  fathers  estate, 
he  .said  to  my  ehh'st  sister,  '  Khza,  I  did  not  know  that  you 
had  time  for  story-writing.' 

"  My  sister  ioolted  up  in  surprise  and  asked  him  what  he 
meant.  Taking  my  h»st  j)roperty  out  of  his  pocket  he  repUed, 
'  T  found  this  nianuscrij)t  open  on  the  tabh*,  and,  looking  over 
its  pages,  became  at  once  interestiid  and  surprisj'd  at  your 
work.' 

"  Eliza  h)oked  inquiringly  at  me,  and  though  confused  and 
half  frightened,  T  was  obliged  to  claim  the  papers  as  min' . 

"Our  kind  friend  then  added  as  he  rolled  up  the  manuscri})t 
and  re])laced  it  in  his  [)ocket,  '  Well,  Katie,  I  am  going  to 
correct  this  for  you,'  and  T,  glad  to  escape  without  a  rel)uke 
for  waste  of  time  or  indulging  in  such  idle  fancies,  thought 
no  moi'e  of  my  stories.  A  month  afterwards  JNIr.  Morgan, 
with  a  smiling  face,  put  into  my  hands  five  golden  guineas, 
the  price  paid  for  my  stoi-y  by  Hariis  the  Publisher,  in  St. 
Paul's  Chnrchya>-d,  London." 

Thus  was  Mrs.  Traill  the  first  of  the  Strickland  sisters  to 
enter  the  ranks  of  literature,  as  she  is  now  the  last  survivoi- 
of  that  talented  coterie.  The  unex[)ected  success  of  Katie's 
first  venture  no  doubt  induced  her  sisters  to  send  their  MSS. 
to  the  publishers.  How  their  work  has  been  recognized  is 
matter  of  history. 

"The  Blind  Highland  Piper,  and  Other  Tales  "  was  so  well 
received  by  the  public  that  Katie  was  employed  by  Harris  to 
write  another  for  his  House.  "  Nursery  Tales "  proved  a 
greater  success,  although  the  remuneration  she  received  was 
not  increased.  She  next  wrote  for  the  Quaker  House  of 
Messrs.  Darton  &■  Harvey,  "Prejudice  Reproved,"  "The 
Young  Emigrants,"  "  Sketches  from  Nature,"  "  Sketch  Book 


lUOOKAI'HICAL   SKK'n  II. 


XV 


ut' a  Young  Naturalist,"  and  "The  St('|tl)r<.th('r.s."  This  finii 
paid  her  more  lilwrally  than  Harris,  and  it  was  with  tin* 
utmost  delight  and  phmsurc  that  she  sent  the  jiroceeds  of  her 
[ittn  to  her  mother  at  Ueydon,  grateful  that  she  was  able  to 
lielp  everj  in  so  small  a  way  t(»  eke  out  the  \u>w  reduced 
ineome  of  the  home. 

>[essrs.  Dean  it  Mundy  puhlished  "Little  T)<wny,  the 
Kield-mouse,"  and  "Keepsake  (Uiinea,  and  Other  Stories,"  in 
\H2'2.  Many  other  short  stories  were  written  and  }»ul)lishe(l 
in  the  various  Annuals  issued  between  that  year  and  Katie's 
marriage  in  \Hl\'2.  "Little  Downy,  the  Fi(*ld-mouse "  was 
the  most  j)oj)ular,  and  is,  I  believe,  still  in  print.  None  of 
the  early  works  of  the  sisters  wen;  written  over  their  own 
names,  and  a  late  edition  of  this  story  was  issued  by  the 
publishers  over  Susanna's  (Mrs.  ^loodie)  mime,  and  though 
both  the  sisters  wrote  protesting  against  the  blunder  and 
re<|u<\sting  a  correction,  no  notice  was  taken  of  their  letters. 

"  Little  Downy  was  a  real  mouse,"  said  Mrs.  Traill  recently, 
when  speaking  of  hei'  early  works,  "and  f  well  remembei- 
how  I  wi-ote  its  story.  I  used  to  sit  undei"  tlie  great  oak  tree 
near  where  it  lived,  and  watch  the  pretty  creature's  frisky, 
frolicing  ways,  and  write  about  it  on  my  slate  When  \ 
had  both  sides  covered  1  ran  into  the  house  and  transcribed 
what  I  had  written  in  an  old  copy-book,  then  I'an  out  again 
to  watch  the  gentle  dear  and  write  some  more.' 

During  the  years  which  intervened  between  the  death  of 
her  father  and  hei-  marriage,  nothing  of  Aery  great  moment 
occurred  in  Katie's  life,  save  the  falling  in  of  a  small  legacy  as 
her  share  of  a  deceased  uncle's  ])roperty.  She  made  occasioiuil 
visits  to  London,  where  she  stayed  with  a  cousin  of  her  father's 
or  with  other  friends — visits  full  of  interest  from  the  people  she 
met,  the  glimpses  obtained  of  fashionable  life,  and  the  often 
amusing  adventures  which  ever  fall  to  the  lot  of  those  who 
go  about  the  world  with  their  eyes  open.  Katie's  lirilliant 
complexion,   soft  beauty  and  sunny  smile  won  her  the  love 


XVI 


BIOGHAI'HICAL   SKETCH. 


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and  fidniiiatioii  of  all  with  whom  she  came  in  contact,  and 
she  was  always  a  welcome  guest  with  old  and  young  alike. 
T  The  means  at  Reydon  were  narrow,  and  in  those  days 
poverty  was  regarded  almost  as  a  crime,  so  the\'  liv(Ml  ([uietly 
in  the  old  Hiill,  sutticient  society  for  each  other,  and  each 
pursuing  the  line  of  study  in  accordance  with  the  particular 
bent  of  her  individual  genius. 

Susanna  had  married  in  IS.'Jl,  and  come  with  her  husliaud* 
to  live  at  Southwold,  and  it  was  at  their  house  that  Katie 
met  her  futui*e  husband.  Mr.  Thomas  Traill  belonged  to  one 
of  the  oldest  families  in  Orkney.  He  was  also  a  friend  and 
brother  officer  of  Mr.  Moodie's  in  the  ■21st  Royal  Scotch 
Fusiliers,  and  the  two  families  of  IMoodie  and  Traill  had 
been  connected  by  marriage  in  more  than  one  generation. 
Educated  at  Baliol  College,  Oxford,  in  the  same  year  with 
Lockhart,  who  was  an  intimate  friend,  Mr.  Traill  could 
number  many  of  the  great  writers  and  men  of  the  day  among 
his  acijuaintances,  and  knew  many  anecdotes  of  Scott,  Gitt'ard, 
Jeffreys  and  Wilson.  He  had  marrieil  first  an  Orkney  lady, 
and  her  health  recjuii'ing  a  warmer  climate,  he  had  lived 
abroad  for  several  years  and  enjoyed  the  opportunity  of 
meeting  some  of  the  great  men  of  literature  and  science  at 
the  courts  of  Paris  and  Berlin.  He  was  an  excellent  linguist 
and  a  well-read  man. 

At  the  time  of  his  A'isit  to  Southwold  his  wife  had  lieen 
dead  some  years,  his  two  sons  were  in  Orkney  with  their 
mother's  relatives,  and  he,  having  no  settled  plan  for  the 
future,  was  ready  to  take  a  lively  interest  in  the  question  of 
emigration  to  Canada,  the  new  country  at  that  time  being 
widely  advertised  and  lectured  upon,  and  in  which  free  grants 
of  land  were  being  offered  as  an  inducement  to  retired  and 
half-pay  otticers  to  try  their  fortunes  in  the  New  World. 


*John  W,  D.  Moodie  (yo)iiigest  son  of  Moodie  of  Me'setter,  Orkney), 
late  Lieut.  21st  Fusiliers,  and  author  of  "Ten  Years  in  South  Afrlcn," 
' '  A  Soldier  and  Settler,"  etc. 


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HIOGRAPHICAL   SKETCH. 


XVll 


Katie  met  him  at  her  sister's  house,  and  it  was  not  very 
long  l)e£ore  it  became  known  to  the  family  at  Reydon  that 
Mr.  Traill  meant  to  precede  the  Moodies  to  Canada — and 
that  he  was  not  to  go  alone. 

The  grief  of  the  sisters  was  great  at  the  idea  of  parting 
with  the  beloved  Katie.  At  first  they  refused  to  believf*  so 
pieposterous  a  tale,  but  " the  Katie  '  hail  made  her  choice 
and  no  entreaties  could  prevail  upon  her  to  change  her  mind. 
They  were  married  on  May  13th,  l)^'.i'2,  in  the  parish  church 
at  Reydon,  by  the  vicar,  the  Reverend  H.  Birch.  It  was  a 
very  (juiet  wedding,  and  a  sad  one,  for  the  shadow  of  tlie 
coming  parting  was  over  them  all. 

"  On  the  20th  of  May  T  bade  farewell  to  my  old  home  and 
the  beloved  mother  w4iom  I  was  never  again  to  see  on  earth, 
and,  accompanied  by  my  sisters  Agnes  and  Jane,  went  down 
to  the  beach,  from  whenct;  we  were  to  be  rowed  out  to  embark 
on  the  Citi/  of  London,  one  of  the  first  twt)  steamers  which 
then  plied  between  the  metropolis  and  Leith. 

"  It  was  Sunday  and  a  lovely  bright  morning,  the  heavens, 
cloudlessly  blue  and  the  sea  without  a  ripple  save  that  of  the 
incoming  tide ;  the  waves  running  in  in  curving  lines  along 
the  beach,  with  a  murmuring  music  all  their  own.  The  bells 
from  the  tower  of  the  grand  old  church  of  St.  Edmund 
were  chiming  their  summons  to  the  morning  service,  but 
they  seemed  to  me  to  be  repeating  the  sad  refrain — 


"  'Parting  forever, 
Parting  forever, 
Xever  again  to  meet  ! 
Never,  O  never  I ' 


Yet  as  I  leaned  over  the  side  of  the  ship  and  watched  the 
boat  that  conveyed  my  sisters  back  to  the  shore  until  it  was 
a  mere  speck  upon  the  ocean,  I  little  dreamed  that  my  eyes 
should  never  again  look  upon  those  dear  ones  and  England's 
loved  shores.    Hope  was  ever  bright.    To  me  there  was  always 


ii'r 


XVIU 


HIOGRAPHICAL   SKETCH. 


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a  silver  lining  to  every  cloud,  and  surely  it  is  a  gift  of  God 
that  it  has  ever  been  so,  that  in  the  darkest  hours  of  the 
sorrows,  privations  and  troubles  of  after  years  I  could  look 
up  and  say,  'Thy  will  be  done.'  " 

After  a  stay  of  two  or  three  days  in  Edinburgh,  the  Traills 
embarked  in  the  old  Pomona  packet  for  Kirkwall. 

Mrs.  Traill  was  received  by  her  husband's  relations  and  by 
his  first  wife's  sisters  and  father  with  the  utmost  kindness 
and  aiFec  tion,  although  no  >Mie  could  have  appeared  in  worse 
plight  to  captivate  unknown  relatives  than  she  did  that  morn- 
ing, wet  from  the  sea  spray,  weary  and  weak  from  the  effects  of 
the  stormy  passage.  One  of  these  sisters.  Miss  Fotheringham, 
is  still  living  in  London  at  the  advanced  age  of  ninety-one, 
and  1  have  sat  beside  the  beautiful  white-haired  old  lady  and 
listened  with  delight  to  her  description  of  the  arrival  of  the 
English  bride  their  brother-in-law  brought  so  unexpectedly 
to  their  house  at  Kirkwall. 

'*  We  were  not  altogether  pleased  at  the  tidings  of  his  mar- 
riage, but  we  fell  in  love  with  his  second  wife  before  she  had 
been  a  day  in  the  house ;  and  truly  she  was  a  lovely,  bright 
sunny  creature  to  take  out  to  the  untracked  wilds  of  a  colony." 

After  a  stay  of  some  weeks  in  the  Islands  they  returned 
to  Scotland  to  sail  from  the  _  Clyde  in  the  last  vessel  of  the 
season  bound  for  Quebec  and  Montreal. 

The  following  word-picture  of  the  parting  at  Kirkwall  is 
descriptive  of  the  tenacious  affection  felt  by  the  tenantry  and 
dependents  for  their  feudal  lairds,  who  hold  rank  and  titles 
peculiar  to  the  islands,  and  which  are  derived  from  their 
descent  from  the  Norse  Vikings  who  in  former  ages  so  often 
defied  the  power  of  the  Scottish  kings  : 

"Assembled  on  the  Kirkwall  pier  we  found  about  twenty- 
five  of  the  Westove  tenantry.  They  had  come  down  to  take 
leave  of  their  old  master.  Among  them  was  auld  Jean  Scott, 
the  nurse  or  moome  of  my  husband.  He,  wishing  to  propitiate 
her  in  my  favor,  had  provided  me  with  a  handful  of  coins  to 


BIOGRAPHICAL    SKETCH. 


XIX 


give  her. 


Thoush  her  hand  closed  over  the  silver,  she  con- 
tinued  to  regard  nie  with  a  stern  and  forbidding  countenance, 
— I  was  a  stranger  and  a  foreign  body,  not  one  of  their 
island  folk.  In  wild,  impassioned  tones  she  entreated  the 
master  to  stay  in  his  '  ain  countrie  an'  amang  his  ain  people 
and  kin.'  Then  turning  to  me  she  said  angrily,  •  An'  It  is  ye 
that  are  takin'  him  awa'  frae  us.  Ye  are  bonnie  eneuch,  an' 
if  ye  wad  but  speak  the  word  he  maunna  deny  ye ;  but  ye 
wauna,  ye  wauna  dae  it,'  and  flinging  back  my  hand  she 
threw  herself  on  her  knees  at  her  master's  feet,  sobbing  out, 
'  Ye  will  gae  awa,  an'  these  e'en  that  see  ye  tlie  noo  wull  see 
ye  nae  mair.' 

"  My  husband  lifted  and  tried  to  soothe  her,  but  she  would 
not  be  comforted.  Ah,  Jean  I  you  spoke  truly ;  the  master 
you  so  loved  and  honorerl  lies  in  the  little  churchyaid  on 
the  Ijanks  of  the  Otonabee,  far  from  the  Lady  Kirk  of  his 
Orkney  Island  home." 

At  Inverness,  Mrs.  Traill  first  saw  a  Highland  regiment 
"all  plaided  and  plumed  in  their  tartan  array,"  and  heard  the 
pipes  j-laying  the  grand  Highland  "  March  of  the  Cameron 
Men."  Her  enthusiasm,  as  well  as  her  intimate  knowledge 
of  the  Scottish  writers,  won  her  golden  opinions,  and  the 
English  bride  received  much  attention  from  the  Highland 
descendants  of  the  men  who  had  striven  to  the  death  for  the 
cause  of  the  Stuarts. 

"  I  was  far  from  (juite  well  when  we  left  Inverness  by  the 
little  passenger  steamer  Highland  Chieftain,  3'et  not  too  ill  to 
find  myself,  in  company  with  others  of  the  passengers,  climb- 
ing the  steep  winding  path  which  led  from  the  waters  of  Loch 
Ness  to  the  Falls  of  Foyers  and  2)lucking  many  sweet  wild- 
Howers  by  the  way.  My  love  for  flowers  attractecFuie  atten- 
tion of  two  of  my  companicms,  a  Mr.  Allen,  of  Leith,  and  a 
Mr.  Sterling,  of  (Masgow,  both  of  whom  I  found  were  horti- 
culturists and  well  acquainted  with  the  flora  of  the  country. 
We  entered  into  conversation,  and  they  added  much  to  the 


I 


XX 


mOGllAl'HICAL   SKETCIf. 


pleasure  of  the  journey  by  pointing  out  to  nie  the  interesting 
objects  along  our  route.  At  (ilen  Morrison,  a  fine  old  gentle- 
man with  his  fishing-basket  and  tackle  was  rowed  out  to 
the  boat  by  two  barefooted  Highland  lassies,  stout  girls  who 
plied  the  oars  with  as  jiowerful  a  stroke  as  any  of  the  fisher 
lads  of  Croniai'ty.  [  must  have  e3'ed  the  fishing-basket  with 
a  longing  glance  (it  reminded  me  of  my  childh(»od  days  on  the 
bank  of  the  Waveney),  for  the  old  laird  noticed  me  and  we 
became  (piite  friendly.  He  talked  of  salmon  fishing  and 
Highland  U)chs,  and  pointed  out  the  wild  opening  of  Lochiel's 
(j!len.  Then  wo  spoke  of  the  Camerons  and  the  INIacflonells, 
the  Stewarts  and  Glencoe,  the  Highland  chiefs  and  Highland 
feuds  and  emigration,  and  I  tokl  him  we  were  bound  for  the 
far  west.  Before  he  left  tlu;  boat  at  a  point  leading  to 
Tnverar}^,  he  held  my  hand  a  few  seconds  and  said  :  '  If  you 
should  ever  be  near  the  Highland  settlement  of  Glengarry, 
and  need  help  or  shelter,  say  that  you  have  seen  the  MaalowU, 
and  every  d»)or  will  })e  oj)ened  to  you,  every  Highland  hand 
held  out  in  token  of  friendship.' 

"That  night  we  spent  in  a  clean  little  public-house  within 
sight  of  the  giant  Ben  Ness,  the  hostess  of  whicl  talked 
much  of  8ir  Walter  Scott,  whom  she  had  known  wed.  The 
illness  I  had  felt  coming  on  when  in  Inverness  \sas  only 
stayed,  and  it  now  overtook  me,  robbing  me  of  all  the 
pleasure  of  tlie  lovely  scenery  of  the  Clyde,  and  by  the  time 
we  reached  Greenock  I  was  (completely  prostrated.  Skilful 
treatment  and  careful  nursing,  however,  enabled  me  to 
recover  sufticientlj'  to  be  carried  on  board  the  brig  Laurel,  in 
which  our  passage  had  been  taken  and  paid  for,  and  which  it 
would  have  l)een  a  serious  loss  to  forfeit." 

Mrs.  Traill  speaks  of  this  brig  iis  being  the  last  of  the 
season  sailing  from  that  port  to  Quebec.  They  sailed  on  the 
7th  of  July,  a  fact  and  date  which  bear  interesting  compari- 
son with  the  carrying  trade  of  the  present  time  between  the 
Clyde  and  Canada. 


Ill 


:lli 


BIOOUAPHICAL   SKETCH. 


XXI 


The  passa<^e  was  a  j^ocxi  one,  unbroken  l)y  storms  or  f<Jgs, 
and  although  very  ill  during  the  hrst  part  of  the  voyage,  by 
the  time  the  Laurel  entered  the  Gulf  Mrs.  Traill  had  (|uite 
recovered  her  health.  The  trip  up  the  river  was  a  slow  cme  ; 
there  was  little  wind,  and  they  had  to  depend  largely  oji  the 
tide  for  theii-  onward  progress,  tacking  constantly  to  take 
advantage  of  what  breeze  there  was,  and  casting  anchor 
when  the  tide  turned.  They  were  also  delayed  waiting  for  a 
pilot,  and  did  not  reach  Quebec  until  late  on  the  evening  of 
August  15th,  and  on  the   17th  cast  anchor  before  Montreal. 

The  Traills  went  to  the  Nelson  H<itel  until  they  could  have 
their  baggage  passed  through  the  Custom  lu)use,  always  a 
tedious  business,  and  particularly  so  at  that  date.  The 
weather  was  intensely  hot.  Cholera  was  raging  in  the  city,  <^ 
and  before  the  two  days  of  delay  had  expired  Mr.s.  Traill  was 
stricken  down  with  the  terrible  disease.  She  was  tenderly 
cared  for  by  a  woman  in  the  inn,  a  sister  of  the  proprietor, 
to  whose  fearless  devotion,  as  well  as  to  the  skilful  treatment 
of  Dr.  Caldwell,  she  owed  her  recovery.  Worn  out  by  hii4 
untiring  efforts  among  the  cholera  patients,  this  devoted 
physician  fell  a  victim  to  the  disease  about  a  month  later. 

Athough  ixarrowiy  escaping  death,  the  recuperative  vitality 
which  has  ever  been  the  characteristic  feature  of  the  family, 
enabled  her  to  recover  (juickly,  and  on  the  ^Oth,  Mrs.  Traill 
was  sufficiently  restored  to  health  to  continue  her  journey  by 
stage  to  Lachine,  and  thence  by  boat  and  stage  to  Prescott, 
where  they  took  their  passage  on  board  the  Great  Jiritaiii, 
then  the  largest  and  best  steamer  on  the  route. 

In  the  sketch,  "Sunset  and  Sunrise  on  Ijake  Ontario,"  Mrs. 
Traill  gives  an  account  of  the  journey  from  J3rockville  to 
Cobourg.  On  Septeml)er  9th,  they  left  Cobourg  in  a  light 
waggon  for  the  shores  of  Rice  Lake,  there  to  take  the  steamer 
for  Peterborough,  in  the  neighborhood  of  which  place  Mrs. 
Traill's  brother,  who  had  emigrated  to  Canada  some  years 
before,  had  lately  settled. 
3 


ll  il 


!!Mr 


;i 


xxn 


HIOGHAI'HICAL   SKKTCH. 


"  A  motley  group  of  emigrants  shart'd  the  only  available 
room  in  the  log-house  which  did  duty  as  tavern  on  the  shores 
of  Hice  Lake.  The  house  consisted  of  but  two  rooms,  the 
kitchen  and  one  other  apartment  or  public  room.  In  a  corner, 
on  a  buffalo  robe  spread  on  the  floor,  and  wrapped  in  my 
Scotch  plaid  cloak,  I  rested  m^  weary  limbs.  The  broad 
rays  of  the  full  moon,  streaming  in  through  the  panes  of  the 
smiiU  window,  revealed  our  companicms  of  the  Cobourg  stage, 
talking,  smoking,  or  stretched  at  full  length  sleeping.  On  a 
I'ude  couch  at  the  othei-  end  of  the  room  lay  a  poor  sick 
woman,  tossing  and  turning  in  a  state  of  feverish  unrest, 
moaning  or  muttering  her  delirious  fancies,  unconscious  of  the 
surroundings. 

"Our  early  six  o'clock  breakfast  of  fried  pork,  potatoes,  and 
strong  tea  without  milk,  was  not  very  tempting,  and  it  was 
but  a  scant  portion  of  the  rude  meal  that  I  could  take. 
Leaving  the  crowded  table,  we  strolled  down  to  the  landing- 
place,  where  a  large  party  of  Irish  emigrants  were  encamped. 
It  was  a  curious  scene.  What  studies  of  the  picturesque  for  a 
painter  were  there  I  Men  in  all  sorts  of  ragged  coats  and 
brimless  hats  and  huge  wrinkled  brogues ;  women  with  red 
handkerchiefs  tied  over  their  dishevelled  locks,  and  wearing 
jackets  that  had  once  done  duty  as  pfirt  of  a  regimental  uni- 
form. There  was  many  a  pretty  foot  coquettishly  peeping 
from  beneath  a  quilted  petticoat  to  be  hastily  hidden  by  the 
Vjlack-eyed  owner,  when  she  noticed  the  stranger's  approach. 
A  smart  young  fellow,  hat  in  hand,  came  forward  to  know  if 
the  'jintleman'  would  like  to  see  an  Irish  jig  or  a  Hoe  the 
plank ' — a  feat  which  was  performed  by  two  men  dancing  a 
wild  sort  of  horn-pipe  with  a  wonderful  variety  of  turnings 
and  twist'ngs,  capers  and  wrestlings,  as  trials  of  skill  and 
strength,  on  a  board  or  door  laid  on  the  ground,  until  one 
was  forced  to  yield  and  lose  his  balance.  Of  course  a  reward 
was  expected,  though  not  asked,  and  a  cheer  given  for  the 
'jintleman'  by  the  actors  and  spectators.     An  empty  flask 


^o  named  fro 


iu()(;raphic.\l  skktch. 


XXllI 


tlicii  iiiiulo  its  rounds  t'ur  the  whiskey  tliat  was  not  in  it,  l)ut 
hoped  for.  One  old  crone  noticed  my  husl))ind"s  forei<,'n  hiihit 
of  takin;,'  snufT,  and  hobbling  U})  to  hitn  presented  iier  own 
siiutt-box,  with  a  significant  tap  to  show  that  it  was  empty. 
It  was  a  tiny  receptacle  and  was  replenished  at  once,  to  her 
infinite  satisfaction.  Among  the  older  women  th(>re  were 
many  sad  and  anxious  faces,  while  the  younger  ones  wei'e 
bright  and  evidently  hopeful  for  the  future.  Two  nice-look- 
ing girls  interested  me,  they  were  so  neat  and  (piiet  in  com- 
parison with  the  others.  One  had  a  piect^  of  \«'ry  l)eautiful 
work  in  her  hand,  which  slie  hastily  concealed  in  the  bosom 
of  her  dress.  '  Tt  is  only  a  bit  of  our  Frish  lace,'  she  said,  in 
answer  to  my  in(|uiry,  'and  it  is  not  nice,  it  is  not  clean!' 
Poor  thing,  how  could  she  keej)  her  thnjad  and  pretty  work 
clean  amid  such  surroundings  1 

"  The  little  steamer  I*em-o-dnsh,  the  Indian  word  for 
'fire-boat,'  which  was  to  convey  us  across  the  lake  and  up 
the  i-iver  to  Peterborough,  had  no  cabin,  was  half-decked, 
and  carried  a  sail  in  addition  to  the  steam  propeller.  When 
she  stopped  to  take  in  a  supply  of  wood  at  a  clearing  abimt 
iialf  way,  T  seized  the  opportunity'  tt)  land  and  gather  some 
of  the  sj)lendid  cardinal  ilowers  that  grew  along  the  shores. 
Here,  t(K),  I  plucked  as  sweet  a  rose  as  ever  graced  an  English 
garden.  There  was  also  a  bush  resembling  our  hawthorn, 
which  on  examination  I  found  to  be  the  Cockspui-  liawthorn. 
It  had  fruit  as  large  as  cherries,  pulpy  and  of  a  pleasant 
tlavoi-,  not  unlike  tamarind.  The  thorns  were  of  great  length 
and  strength.  Among  the  grasses  of  the  meadow  land  T 
found  spearmint,  and,  nearer  to  the  bank,  quantities  of 
peppermint.  Owing  to  the  rapids  and  the  shallowness  of  the 
liver,  the  steamboat  was  unable  to  go  up  the  whole  way  to 
Peterborough,  so  a  large,  unwieldl3f-looking  scow  had  been 
engaged  to  meet  it  at  a  point  called  the  '  Yankee  Bonnet,' 
so  named  from  a  fanciful  resemblance  the  topmost  branches 
of  a  tree  growing  on  the  bank  had  to  the  sort  of  cap  worn  by 


XXIV 


UIOdRAPHK'AL   SKETCH. 


the  Yiiiikees.  The  steamer,  however,  ran  af^fround  some  four 
miles  below  the  rendezvous.  This  caused  a  considerable 
delay  and  gave  rise  to  much  ill-humor  among  the  boatmen  at 
having  to  row  down  to  meet  the  steamer.  The  boat  was 
heavily  laden,  the  men  surly,  and  night  had  closed  in  before 
we  heard  the  sound  of  the  rapids  ahead.  The  moon  had  now 
risen,  and  the  stars  were  shining  l)rilliantly  over  the  water, 
which  gave  back  the  reflection  of  a  glorious  multitude  of 
heavenly  bodies.  A  sight  so  surpassingly  beautiful  might 
have  stilled  the  most  turbulent  spii-its,  and  I  leaned  back 
against  my  husband's  supporting  arm  and  looked  from  sky 
to  star-lighted  river,  from  the  river  u{)  to  the  sky,  with 
unspeakable  delight  and  admiration.  But  my  reverie  was 
rudely  broken  by  the  grounding  of  the  boat  against  the 
rocky  bank,  and  the  loud  protests  of  the  men  against  rowing 
another  stroke  or  attempting  the  raj)ids  that  night.  We 
were  two  miles  distant  from  the  town,  the  dark  forest  lay 
gloomy  and  dense  before  us,  and  I  was  weak  from  illness  and 
want  of  food.  To  pass  the  night  on  an  open  sc(jw,  exposed 
to  the  heavy  dews  and  chill  air,  would  be  death.  It  was  ten 
o'clock,  and  the  outlook  was  not  encouraging.  How  were  we 
to  make  our  way  through  an  unknown  forest  to  the  town  ? 

"  One  of  our  fellow-passengers,  whose  house  lay  on  the 
opj  site  bank  of  the  river,  and  who  had  engaged  one  of  the 
boatmen  to  put  him  across,  yielded  to  Mr.  Traill's  entreaties 
to  allow  us  to  accompany  him.  Remaining  only  long  enough 
at  this  settler's  house  to  take  a  cup  of  tea,  we  procured  the 
services  of  a  little  Irish  lad  and  a  lantern  to  guide  us  through 
the  remaining  bit  of  bush  which  still  separated  us  from  the 
town,  and  set  forth  on  our  travels  to  seek  a  shelter  for  the 
night.  Our  little  Irish  lad  was  very  full  if  sympathy  for  the 
'  English  ledtly  who  looked  so  tired.'  He  told  us  of  how  he 
had  lost  both  fathei-  and  mother  from  cholera  at  Montreal, 
and  was  alone  in  the  world  without  anyone  to  care  for  him. 
Our  way  was  crossed  by  a  little  stream,  over  which  the  only 


bridge  was 
liad  made  il 
dizzy  and  . 
more  to  my 
opened  out 
t't'W  scatterp 
populous  cit 

"  '  Now, 
'  here  is  tht 
furder  beka; 
call  u[)  Mr. 
"  Mr  Ro^ 
in    a   wond( 
hotel,    whici 
lodging.      H 
still  oi)en,  b 
available  sp 
ari'ived  emi^ 
a  disastrous 
Stewart's— t 
Montreal- 
VVe  then  asl 
that  he   livi 
there  would 
't  lien  a  worn 
led  into   the 
McFafiv'len 
.Stewart  and 
her  to  make 
me  in  a  chai 
a  stout  Irisl 
my  wet  feet 
taking  it. 
being  thus  ci 
"Trulv  th 


BlOORAPniCAL   SKETCH. 


XXV 


ue  four 
durable 
ineii  at 
»at  wan 
I  before 
ad  now 
>  water, 
tude   of 

might 
}d  back 
•om  sky 
y,   with 
jrie  was 
nst    the 
)  rowing 
It.     We 
jrest  lay 
ness  and 
exposed 
was  ten 
were  we 
own  '\ 

on  tlie 
e  of  the 
utreaties 
; enough 
ured  the 

through 
from  the 
'  for  the 
y  for  the 
f  how  he 
liontreal, 

for  him. 

the  only 


Itiidge  was  the  rough  trunk  of  a  fallen  tree.  The  heavy  dew 
lifid  made  it  wet  aiul  slippery,  and  in  crossing  my  head  turned 
diz/y  and  I  sli{){)ed,  wetting  ray  feet,  thereby  adding  (me 
more  to  my  other  discomff>rts.  Beycmd  the  stream  the  forest 
opened  out  intt)  a  wifle  grassy  plain,  and  the  lights  fnmi  a 
t't'w  scattered  houses  tokl  us  we  were  on  the  site  of  the  ju»w 
|iopulous  city  of  Peterborough. 

"  '  Now,  mistress,  and  yer  honor,'  said  our  little  guide, 
'  here  is  the  (xovernment  }[ouse,  an'  I  cannot  show  ye  any 
furder  hekase  f  don't  know  any  of  the  town  beyant,  but  I'll 
call  u[)  Mr.  llosebeny,  an'  shure  he'll  guide  ye  to  the  hotel. 

"  Mr  Rdsfberiy's  man  obeyed  the  summons,  and  appearing 
in  a  wonflcrful  dfuhalnlle,  directed  us  to  Mr.  McFadden's 
hotel,  whicli,  if  not  shut  up,  would  afford  us  a  night's 
lodging.  Hurrying  down  the  steep  hill  we  found  the  house 
still  open,  but  only  to  learn  that  there  was  no  room,  every 
available  space  being  occupied  l)y  a  recent  influx  of  newly- 
arrived  emigrants.  This  .seemed  the  crowning  misfortune  to 
a  disastrous  day.  We  iiKpiired  how  far  we  wen;  from  Mr. 
Stewart's — friends  to  whom  we  had  brought  letters  from 
Montreal — and  were  told  his  house  was  a  long  two  miles  off. 
We  then  asked  for  Mr.  Strickland's,  only  to  receive  the  reply 
that  he  lived  a  day's  journey  farther  on.  It  seemed  as  if 
there  would  be  no  alternative  but  a  lodging  under  the  stars, 
'.iien  a  woman's  kindly  hand  was  laid  on  my  arm,  and  I  was 
led  into  the  house  by  the  misti'ess  of  the  little  inn.  Mrs. 
McFaciden  had  been  listening  to  our  inquiries,  and  the  names 
Stewart  and  Strickland  attracting  her  attention,  had  induced 
her  to  make  an  efTort  on  our  behalf.  The  kind  woman  put 
nie  in  a  chair  by  the  blazing  log  tire,  and  giving  diiections  to 
a  stout  Irish  girl  to  bring  some  warm  water  and  attend  to 
my  wet  feet,  she  mixed  a  hot  drink  and  insisted  u[)on  my 
taking  it.  The  warmth  was  most  grateful,  and  v.hile  T  was 
being  thus  cared  for  I  could  look  about  me. 

"Truly  the  scene  was  a  novel  one.     The  light  from  the 


XXVI 


ISKHIKAI'MKAI,   SKKTCII. 


I!    I 


fire  illumiiifil  I  lit-  i-ouiii,  sliowin;,'  cvitv  ;i\!iilabl(^  spiic*' 
()ccu|)it'(l  Jilniost  to  tin-  very  ver;,'*'  of  llic  licartli.  Men, 
wonu'ii  iui«l  cliiMifii  were  slccpin;^  (Ui  iinpnivisfd  1«'(1m, 
Idiiidlcs  (if  fill  sizes  uii»i  sliii|)<'s  t'oriniii;,'  |iilli>us  t'oi"  their 
Hli!i<,'jL,'y  lu'iuls.  SoiiK-  liiy  on  the  N'lij;  dn'ssci',  some  on  the 
Ixire  fjooi-  iM'iiciitli  it  —nil  Hlccpiii^'  the  sleep  of  the  weary. 

"  As  soon  as  she  saw  I  was  warm  and  more  comfortahh-, 
my  liostcss  showed  me  to  the  only  jilaee  in  the  house  that 
they  luul  to  j^'ive  us.  It  was  a  tiny  donnitoiy,  moic  like  ii 
hiid-eaye  than  anvthin''  else.  The  walls  were  lathe<l,  hut 
without  i>lastei',  and  Itoth  air  and  li^ht  were  freely  admitted. 
However,  it  had  a  clean  l)ed  in  it,  and  I  was  ^lad  to  lie  down 
and  watch  the  rivei-  dancinj^  in  the  moonli;,dit  and  listen  to 
the  rush  of  the  rapids  until  1  fell  asleep. 

"The  following'  morning  a  messaj,'e  was  sent  to  my  brother 
to  l(>t  him  know  of  our  ai-rival,  and  that  evening,'  he  ran  the 
rapids  in  his  canoe,  and  we  met  again  after  seven  hmg  years 
of  sepai'ation."' 

Mrs.  Traill  remained  in  Petei'boruu<:ch  with  their  kind  friends, 
JNIi'.  Stcnvart  and  his  family,  while  her  husband  returned  with 
Mr.  Stiiekland  to  his  clearinj^  on  the  shores  of  Lak«'  Katche- 
wanook,  the  first  of  th.r  chain  of  lakes  of  which  the  Ottmabee 
is  the  outlet.  Mr.  Strickland  had  taken  uj)  lanri  there  for  the 
ninny  advantages  the  locality  offered.  There  wa.s  good  soil, 
fine  timber,  tsxcellent  water-power,  rich  mineral  depijsits,  and 
the  pi'obability  or  remote  certainty  that  at  some  future  dat(^ 
the  lakes  would  ho.  connected  by  canals,  the  river  made  navi- 
gable by  the  construction  of  locks,  and  f  water  highway  be 
obtained  from  Lake  Huron  via  Lake  Rimcoe  to  the  Bay  of 
Quinte  and  the  St.  Lawrence,  an  expectation  which  appears 
about  to  have  the  tir.st  steps  taken  towards  its  accomplishment. 

Mr.  Traill  drew  his  Government  grant  of  land  in  the  neigh- 
borhood, the  principal  portiim  being  in  Verulam  township,  the 
smaller  in  Douro,  and  by  the  purchase  of  an  additional  grant 
secured  a  water  frontage.     Until  he  could  build  a  house  they 


ni(UiitAi'iiir.\i-  sKirnii. 


x  Wll 


lived  with  Mr.  Strickland,  duriiij;  wliidi  tiiiif  Mrs,  Tniiil 
Ix'ciimc  initiated  intc.  ihe  ways  of  lite  in  the  hush.  In  her 
"  Hackwdods  of  Canada,"  there  is  a  \eiy  pretty  deseri|tti<m  ot" 
these  lirst  few  months  of  life  in  ('anada,  and  of  her  aei|uainl- 
aiice  with  the  natural  histoiy  suri-oiindinj,'  her  new  home. 

<'ii  the  ilth  of  Deeemlier,  IX'.V.),  they  moved  into  the  new 
house,  which  was  duly  named  "  We.stove."  Ilert'  tliey  lived 
seven  happy  years,  foi'  thon;,'h  they  had  to  endure  all  the  hard 
ships  and  trials  insepai'al)le  from  the  early  settlement  of  the 
husli,  tliey  yet  were  Itu.sy  and  hopeful,  happy  iti  the  society  of 
each  other  and  the  nei<,'hl)orhood  of  her  brother  and  his  family. 
Mr.  Moodie  had  also  moved  up  from  his  first  location  near 
Cohour;;,  in  Fehruary,  lf<."U,  and  l)ou<,'ht  hind  on  the  Douro 
side  of  the  lake,  about  a  mile  beyond  Mr.  Strickland's 
hiiincslead. 

The  erection  of  a  good  .saw-mill  and  a  biidge  over  the  river 
'Mso  j^ave  them  readier  access  to  a  market  at  Peterboiouf.;!' 
and  to  their  friends,  and  tended  to  lessen  the  loneliness  of  the 
situation.  Tlu^y  all  had  suffered  at  times  from  the  low  fever 
and  aj^ue,  and  the  various  vicissitudes  of  farm-life,  but  were 
always    ready    to    help    each    other    or    their    hs.ss    fortunate 


In  1S.S5,  Mrs.  Traill  again  took  up  lu*r  pen.  The  "  Hack- 
wowls  of  Canada"  was  written,  and  in  IS.'ili  was  published  in 
London  by  Charles  Knight,  Ludgate  Street,  for  the  "Libiary 
of  Entertaining  Knowledge  "  Series.  This  volume  contained 
niucli  valuable  information  for  intending  emigrants,  and  had 
a  wide  rirculation.  Though  all  the  lun'dships  and  discomforts 
of  life  in  the  bush  were  told  with  graphic  fidelity,  they  were 
described  with  a  cheerful  and  optimistic  pen,  as  of  i>ne  'vho 
had  a  far-seeing  eye  into  the  future  capabilities  of  the  country 
and  a  present  knowledge  of  its  boundless  resources  and  value, 
so  that  the  picture  of  the  rough  life  did  not  deter  many  from 
venturing  to  embark  their  all  in  the  effort  to  make  a  Vjetter 
home  for  themselves  and  their  children  in  the  New  World,  but 


XXVlll 


BIOGRAPHICAL   SKETCH. 


M 


rather  the  reverse.  The  author';*  cheerful,  happy  spirit  had 
robbed  the  backwoods  of  its  terrors. 

When  the  rebellion  of  1837  broke  out,  Mr.  Traill — as  did 
every  other  half-pay  officer  in  the  clearing — hastened  to  offer 
his  services  to  the  Government. 

"  The  tidings  of  the  rising  was  brought  to  our  clearing  from 
Peterborough,"  writes  Mrs.  Traill,  "  the  messenger  arriving  at 
midnight  through  the  snow  to  call  all  loyal  men  to  the  defence 
of  their  country.  No  time  was  lost  that  night,  and  before  dawn 
I  said  farewell  to  my  husband.  The  next  day  my  maid  left 
me — she  had  a  lover  and  must  go  and  keep  him  from  going  to 
the  wars — then  the  man-servant  had  to  follow  and  see  about 
his  people  ;  so  there  I  was  alone  in  the  bush  with  three  small 
children,  the  eldest  scarcely  four  years  old.  Jamie  and  I  had 
to  roll  in  the  logs  for  the  fiie.  He  was  the  cleverer  of  the  two, 
for  he  tied  a  rope  to  the  log,  and  with  his  baby  help  I  man- 
aged to  keep  the  fires  g»jing  until  a  neighbor  came  to  help  us." 

Mr.  Traill,  however,  only  went  as  far  as  Cobourg,  for  by 
the  time  the  men  there  weie  enrolled,  ordei-s  c(juntermanding 
their  march  came  from  Toronto,  and,  after  some  weeks  of 
vexatious  delay  and  uncertainty,  tliey  were  disbanded  and 
returned  to  their  homes.  Mr.  Moodie  had,  however,  gone 
direct  to  Toronto,  and,  being  conunissioned  in  ime  of  the  I'egi- 
ments  serving  on  the  Niagara  frontier,  his  return  was  delayed 
for  months.  During  this  long  winter  Mrs.  Traill  was  often 
with  her  sister,  and  Mr.  Moodie,  in  several  of  his  letters, 
speaks  most  gratefully  of  their  kindness  to  his  wife. 

In  the  sketch,  "  The  First  Death  in  the  Clearing,"  Mrs. 
Traill  gives  an  instance  of  how  she  was  called  upon  to  go  to 
the  bedside  of  soriow  or  sickness,  and  reading  between  the 
lines  one  can  see  what  a  comfort  her  loving  sympathy  must 
have  been  to  the  bereaved  mother.  Jessie  is  still  alive  and 
often  visits  Mrs.  Traill,  bringing  her  kindly  offerings  of  fresh 
eggs  and  butter  from  the  farm.  Last  summer  when  Mrs. 
Traill  was  so  ill  that  few  thought  she  would  recover,  Jessie's 


BIOGRAPHICAL   SKETCH. 


XXIX 


grief  was  great.  She  recalled  over  and  over  again  the  kind- 
ness to  her  in  the  bush  in  those  early  days.  "  Ay,  an'  she 
was  sae  honnie ;  sic  a  bonnie  leddy,  wi'  her  pink  cheeks  an' 
her  blue  e'en,  an'  she  was  sae  lovin'  and  dear  ;  my,  but  I'll 
greet  sair  if  she  is  ta'en  away  !  "  But  Jessie's  prayers  for  the 
recovery  of  the  dear  old  friend  were  answered,  and  we  have 
her  with  us  still. 

In  1839,  Mr.  Traill  sold  the  farm  on  the  lake,  and  bought 
a  house  and  lot  in  what  was  lately  known  as  Ashburnham, 
now  a  part  of  Peterborough,  where  they  lived  until  1846, 
when  they  removed  to  Rice  Lake,  and  subsetjuently  pur- 
cliased   "Oaklands." 

Meanwhile  Mrs.  Traill  had  not  been  idle.  They  were  very 
poor,  as  all  settlers  of  Mr.  Traill's  class  and  education  were 
in  those  days,  unfitted  for  the  rough  life  and  to  cope  with  the 
(lirticulties  which  the  work  entailed,  and  his  wife's  pen  was 
fre([uently  the  means  of  keeping  the  wolf  from  the  door.  She 
wrote  many  short  stories  and  sketches  for  the  magazines  both 
in  England  and  the  States,  the  Anylo-American  being  one  of 
those  in  the  latter  country;  and,  in  18.50,  "  Lady  Mary  and 
her  Nurse,"  more  familiar  to  present-day  readers  as  "  Afar 
in  the  Forest,"  was  published.  In  this  little  volume  there  is 
a  story  of  the  grey  squirrels,  that  used  to  be  the  delight  of  my 
early  childhood. 

The  Traills  had  removed  from  Ashburnham  to  "  Wolf 
Tower,"  a  house  belonging  to  Mr.  Bridges,  which  attained 
some  celebrity  ;  from  there  they  went  to  live  in  a  small  log- 
house  on  a  rise  called  Mount  Ararat,  above  a  deep  ravine  on 
tiie  sliores  of  Rice  Lake,  and  it  was  here,  among  the  actual 
surroundings,  so  well  depicted  on  its  pages,  that  Mrs.  Traill 
wrote  "  The  Canadian  Crusoes."  It  was  published  by  Messrs. 
Hall  it  Vertue,  London,  and  later  the  copyright  of  both  it 
and  "  Lady  Mary  and  her  Nurse  "  were  bought  by  Messrs. 
Nelson  it  Sons,  Edinburgh.  These  books  have  gone  through 
many  editions  and   been   issued   under  more  than  one  title. 


XXX 


HIOOHAI'HICAL   SKETCH. 


given  them  by  the  puljlisher,  but  the  authoress  has  not 
received  any  further  remuneration  than  the  j£50  paid  for 
the  copyright.  They  are  now  on  sale  in  every  bookshop  as 
"  Lost  in   the   Backwoods  "  and  "  Afar  in  the  Forest." 

After  the  purchase  and  removal  to  "Oaklands,"  "  A  Guide 
for  the  Female  Emigrant "  was  written  and  published  in 
London.  Owing  to  some  mismanagement  of  her  editor  and 
the  publisher,  the  authoress  received  very  small  return  for 
this  u.seful  little  book. 

Mrs.  Traill's  family  now  numbered  nine,  four  sons  and  five 
daughters  (of  whom  only  two  sons  and  two  daughters  survive), 
yet,  with  all  the  cares  and  anxiety,  as  well  as  the  necessary 
work  which  the  bringing  up  of  a  young  family  entailed,  added 
to  the  hard  labor  of  farm-life,  her  love  of  Howers  and  for 
natural  history  in  general  was  a  continual  source  of  pleasure 
and  .'ventually  of  profit.  She  lost  no  opportunity  of  studj'ing 
the  botany  of  the  country,  and  was  ever  seeking  for  new 
specimens  '"o  add  to  her  herbarium  or  collection  of  dried 
flowers,  ferns  and  mosses,  and  making  notes  of  the  locality 
and  conditions  of  their  growth.  This  is  still  one  of  her  chief 
pleasures  and  occupations  ;  she  has  the  gleanings  of  last  sum- 
mer now  ready  to  put  down  during  the  coming  winter  months. 

On  the  'J6th  oi  August,  1857,  owing  to  some  cause  or  acci- 
dent never  ascertained,  the  crowning  misfortune  of  all  the 
losses  in  the  bush  happened.  They  were  burnt  out  and  lost 
absolutely  everything — all  the  treasures  they  had  striven  so 
hard  to  save,  books,  manuscripts  and  other  valuables,  the 
family  barely  escaping  with  their  lives.  Mr.  Traill  felt  the 
loss  very  much,  especially  of  his  books.  He  never  quite 
recovered  the  shock  and  sorrow  of  seeing  his  family  thrown 
thus  homeless  on  the  world.  Their  eldest  son  was  married  ; 
the  youngest  was  only  a  child  of  ten  years.  Mr.  Strickland 
and  other  friends  were  most  kind,  helpful  and  sympathetic, 
but  the  loss  could  never  be  recovered. 

They  stayed  for  some  time  with  Mrs.  Traill's  brother,  Mr. 


mOGRAPHK.'AL   SKETCH. 


XXXI 


Strickland,  and  then  removed  to  a  house  jilaced  at  their 
service  by  their  iriend  Mrs.  Stewart,  where  Mr.  Traill  died, 
after  a  short  but  severe  illness. 

Upon  her  husband's  death,  Mr.  Strickland  urged  Mrs. 
Traill  to  return  to  the  ttld  neighborhood  of  their  first  settle- 
ment, now  a  thriving  village,  and  hei-  daughter  Mary  obtain- 
ing a  position  as  teacher  in  the  school  there,  they  returned  to 
live  once  more  on  the  banks  of  the  Otonabee.  Mrs.  Traill 
had  several  times  during  these  years  sent  home  small  collec- 
tions of  pressed  ferns  and  mosses.  These  found  a  ready  sale 
in  England.  One  of  these  collections  attracted  the  attention 
of  Lady  Charlotte  Greville,  who  succeeded  in  so  interesting 
Lord  Palmerston  in  Mrs.  Traill's  literary  work  as  to  obtain 
for  her  a  grant  of  .£100  from  a  special  fund. 

With  this  unexpected  and  welcome  present  Mrs.  Traill" 
purchased  the  house  and  lot  where  she  now  lives,  and  which 
with  a  loving  thought  of  her  husband's  old  home  in  the 
Orkneys  and  of  their  first  home  in  the  bush,  she  has  called 
"We.stove." 

Lady  Charlotte  Greville  also  sent  her  a  large  package  of 
seeds  and  a  screw-press,  with  which  she  could  press  her  ferns 
more  effectually. 

In  1869,  her  botanical  notes  were  utilized  iu  supplying  the 
letter-press  for  her  niece,  M  rs.  FitzGibbon's  "  Canadian  Wild 
Flowers,"  end  in  1884,  Mrs.  Traill  published  her  "  Studies  of 
Plant  Life  in  Canada,"  also  illustrated  by  her  niece,  now 
Mrs,  Chamberlin. 

While  the  latter  book  was  in  the  press,  Mrs.  Traill  paid  a 
visit  to  Ottawa  and  enjoyed  the  pleasure  of  meeting  many 
who  had  been  interested  in  her  work,  of  renewing  old.  friend- 
ships and  making  the  personal  acquaintance  of  many  with 
whom  she  had  corresponded  on  kindred  subjects.  She  was 
also  greatly  indebted  to  Mr.  James  Fletcher,  of  the  Experi- 
mental Farm,  for  his  kind  aid  in  reading  the  proofs  of  her 
book. 


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BIOORAPHICAL   SKETCH. 


itij|»fl 


Mrs.  Traill  went  to  Government  House,  and  took  a  lively 
interest  in  the  gay  scenes  on  the  skating  rink  and  toboggan 
slides,  as  smiling  and  happy  as  the  youngest  among  us,  and 
winning  admiration  and  affection  from  all  those  who  had  the 
pleasure  of  seeing  her.  It  was  during  this  visit  to  Ottawa 
that  the  photograph  was  taken  from  which  the  engraving 
forming  the  frontispiece  to  the  present  volume  is  made.  Mrs. 
Traill  was  then  in  her  eighty-fourth  year. 

The  facsimile  engraving  shown  on  the  page  facing  this 
portrait  of  Mrs.  Traill  is  taken  from  part  of  a  letter  written 
recently  to  a  friend  whom  she  values  highly.  Tt  is  interest- 
ing not  only  as  a  specimen  of  the  handwriting  of  one  of 
such  advanced  years,  but  also  as  indicating  the  unaffected 
piety  of  her  life. 

"Studies  of  Plant  Life"  is  now  a  rare  book,  chance  copies 
selling  for  three  times  the  original  price. 

Mrs.  Traill  had  always  received  kindly  presents  from  her 
sisters  in  England,  and  during  the  last  few  years  of  their  lives 
they  were  in  a  better  position  to  help  her  and  add  to  the 
comforts  of  her  home  surroundings.  The  copyright  of  the 
"Queens  of  England,"  left  her  by  her  sister  Agnes,  although 
sold  for  half  its  value,  has  added  a  little  to  her  very  small 
income. 

In  1893,  hearing  of  the  likelihood  of  the  sale  of  the  little 
island  in  Stony  Lake,  where  a  poor  Indian  girl  was  buried, 
Mrs.  Traill  wrote  to  the  Department  at  Ottawa  to  ask  that 
it  should  be  granted  lier.  It  was  but  a  tin}'  island,  and  her 
anxiety  to  preserve  the  Indian  girl's  grave  from  desecra- 
tion induced  her  to  take  this  step.  Mr.  Sandford  Fleming 
kindly  interested  himself  in  her  behalf,  and  the  request  was 
granted. 

The  following  extract  from  her  old  friend's  announcement 
is  so  gratifying  to  Mrs.  Traill  that  I  cannot  refrain  from 
(juoting  it : 

"  I  have  the  pleasure  to  inform  you  that  by  the  same  post 


HIOORAPHICAL   SKETCH. 


xxxin 


vou  will  receive  a  patent  for  'Polly  Cow's  Island,'  in  the 
fiver  Otonabee,  township  of  Douro. 

"  It  has  been  a  great  pleasure  to  everyone  here,  from  the 
liiLfhest  to  the  lowest  official,  to  do  everything  in  their  power 
to  do  you  honorable  service  and  gratify  your  every  wish — ■ 
every  one  of  them  feeling  that  the  most  any  of  them  can  do 
is  but  the  smallest  acknowledgment  which  is  due  to  you  for 
your  life-long  devotion  to  Canada." 

The  patent  is  beautifully  engros,sed  by  hand  and  is  highly 
\  alued  by  the  owner. 

Another  honor  paid  Mrs.  Traill  was  the  compliment  of 
calling  a  remarkable  form  of  the  fern  Aspidinrn  marginali', 
which  she  found  growing  near  the  village  of  Lakefield,  on  a 
\acant  town  lot  that  was  only  partially  cleared  from  the 
forest  trees,  Mrs.  Traill's  Shield  Fern — A.  mnrginn/e  (Su/.) 
\  ar  :  Traillae — is  not  the  least  valued  by  her. 

There  have  been  many  events  in  Mrs.  Traill's  life  not  men- 
tioned in  this  brief  biographical  introduction  to  her  book, 
such  as  bereavements,  in  the  death  of  two  of  her  sons  and  her 
(laughter  Mary  —  trials  patiently  borne  and  sorrows  suffered 
that  had  overwhelmed  her  but  for  her  trust  in  Providence 
and  her  unf.uling  reliance  on  His  will.  I  have  passed  them 
l)y,  not  because  they  are  without  interest,  but  because  it 
would  be  turning  back  a  cloud  of  sorrow  to  dim  the  dear  old 
eves  with  tears,  and  hide  for  awhile  the  silver  lining  that  has 
glorified  her  life. 

She  has  given  such  pretty  glimpses  of  her  home  by  the 
Otonabee,  in  the  sketches,  that  T  should  only  spoil  it  were  I  to 
attempt  to  describe  it  in  greater  detail.  Anyone  seeing  her 
tiow  in  the  pretty  sitting-room,  busy  with  her  gay  patchwork, 
stitching  away  at  quilts  for  the  Indian  Missionary  Auxiliary 
basket,  or  putting  down  the  ferns  and  mosses  gathered  last 
summer  during  her  visit  to  the  island  of  Minnewawa,  and 
watching  the  light  in  her  blue  eyes,  the  smile  on  her  soft  old 
face,  unwrinkled  by  a  frown,  or  listening  to  her  clever  con- 


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lUOCaiAPHlCAJ.   SKETCH. 


versation,  sparkling  with  well-told  anecdotes  and  incidents  of 
men  and  things  garnered  during  her  long  life  anrl  retained 
with  a  memory  that  is  phenomenal,  would  realize  that  the 
secret  of  her  peaceful  old  age,  her  unclouded  intellect,  and  the 
brightness  of  her  eye,  is  due  to  her  trust  in  Providence,  her 
contentment  with  her  lot,  and  a  firm  faith  in  the  futurs  where 
a  happy  reunion  with  the  loved  ones  awaits  her. 

The  following  Hues,  written  on  her  mother's  eightieth  birth- 
day by  Mrs.  Traill's  third  (laughter,  Mary  (the  late  Mra. 
Muchall),  though  faulty  in  metre,  are  so  descriptive  that  I 
cannot  end  my  brief  sketch  better  than  by  quoting  them  : 

"  Eighty  to-day  is  oxir  mother, 
A  picture  so  peaceful  and  fair, 
The  lilies  of  fourscore  summers 
Anleep  in  her  silvered  hair. 

"  Eiglity  to-day,  yet  the  love-light 

Shines  as  soft  in  '       sweet  blue  eyes, 
As  touched  with  a     y  from  heaven 
Of  the  peace  that  never  dies. 


"  The  happy  spirit  of  childhood. 

That  with  some  is  too  quickly  past. 
Caught  by  some  magic  eacliiintment, 
Is  flooding  her  life  to  tlie  last. 

"  Eighty  to-day,  and  her  children, 
Near  or  far  in  a  distant  laml, 
Are  strong  sons  and  happy  daughters, 
A  loved  and  a  loving  hand. 


"  In  our  hearts  she'll  live  forever ; 

When  she  leaves  for  a  world  more  fair. 
Her  smile  will  be  still  more  radiant 
As  she  welcomes  each  dear  one  there. " 


PREFACE 


Although  I  lived  the  first  few  years  of  my  childhood 
at  Stowe  House,  near  Bungay,  in  the  lovely  valley  of 
the  Waveney,  most  of  my  young  life  was  spent  at 
Reydon  Hall,  an  old  Elizabethan  mansion  in  the  eastern 
l)art  of  the  county  of  Suffolk,  and  within  easy  walk  of 
tlie  sea-coast  town  of  Southwold,  now  a  much  more 
fre(iuented  seaside  resort  than  in  former  days. 

Business  or  pleasure  often  led  us  to  the  town,  and  the 
bcacli  was  a  great  attraction  and  source  of  pleasure  to 
my  sisters  and  myself.  We  loved  to  watch  the  advance 
and  recoil  of  the  waves,  the  busy  fishermen  among  their 
nets  and  boats,  and  the  groups  of  happy  children  on 
the  sands;  but  there  was  a  greater  fascination  still  to 
ns  in  the  search  for  treasures  left  by  the  flood-tide  or 
cast  upon  the  shore  by  the  ever  restless  waves. 

Sometimes  there  was  little  to  reward  the  seekers,  but 


XXXVl 


PREFACE. 


hope  waH  ever  before  us,  and  the  finding;  of  shining- 
stones — red,  yellow  and  white — bits  of  jet  or  amber,  a 
shell  or  lovely  seaweed,  to  be  deposited  in  ba(j  or  basket, 
would  send  us  home  jubilant  to  add  to  the  hoarded 
store  of  fossils  and  other  {jjarneretl  treasures,  or  to  show 
to  the  dear  mother,  who  would  turn  the  treasures  over 
and  say  with  a  smile,  "  Let  me  see  what  precious  pearls 
my  Katie  has  found  among  her  many  pebbles  hardly 
worth  bringing  home." 

Still  the  time  was  not  wholly  wasted.  Health  and 
pleasure  had  been  gained  with  my  pebbles,  and  had 
there  been  but  one  pearl  among  them,  the  simple  heart 
of  the  little  maiden  had  been  well  content. 

So,  my  readers,  if  you  glean  but  one  bright  glad 
thought  from  the  pages  of  my  little  volume,  or  add  but 
one  pearl  to  your  store  of  knowledge  from  the  expe- 
rience of  the  now  a:^ed  naturalist,  she  will  not  think 
the  time  wasted  that  has  been  spent  in  gathering  the 
pebbles  from  note-book  and  journals  written  during  the 
long  years  of  her  life  in  the  backwoods  of  Canada. 


"Westove,"  Lakefield, 

September  20th,  1894. 


PEARLS  AND  PEBBLES. 


PLEASANT    DAYS   OF    MY 
CHILDHOOD. 


' '  How  dear  to  this  heart  are  the  scenes  of  my  childhood. 
When  fond  recollection  presents  them  to  view  I 
The  orchard,  the  meadow,  tlie  deep-tangled  wildwood, 
And  every  loved  spot  which  my  infancy  knew." 

There  is  something  almost  magical  in  the  word  May. 
It  brings  back  to  memory  pictures  of  all  things  sweet 
and  fair  thttt  charmed  us  in  our  youthful  days ;  it  recalls 
the  joys  of  infancy  when  we  filled  our  laps  with  flowers. 
We  hear  again  the  song  of  blackbird,  linnet  and 
robin,  and  the  far-away  call  of  that  mystery  of  child- 
hood, the  cuckoo.  We  hear  the  murmur  of  the  summer 
wind  among  the  rustling  green  flags  beside  the  river ; 
we  scent  the  flowers  of  the  hawthorn,  and  the  violets 


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I'EAULS    AM)    PEHULES. 


hidden  amonjjf  tlio  ^ras.s,  and  till  our  hands  with  blue- 
bull.s  and  cowHlips. 

But  we  have  in  Canada  few  such  May  days  as 
Sliakespeare,  Milton  and  Herrick  descrihe;  here  too 
often  it  may  be  said  that  "  Winter,  lin^eriny,  chills  the 
lap  of  May." 

The  inborn  sense  of  the  beautiful  springs  to  life  in 
the  soul  of  the  babe  when  it  stretches  forth  ;in  eaj^tr 
hand  to  grasp  the  riowirs  in  its  nurse's  l)Osoni.  It  is  the 
birtli  of  a  new  and  pleasurable  emotion.  I  love  to  see 
an  innocent  child  playing  with  the  fresh  fair  flowers, 
meet  emblems  at  once  of  its  own  beauty  and  frailty  ; 
for  does  not  the  Word  say,  "  He  cometh  forth  like  a 
flower,  and  is  cut  down. ' 

It  was  on  the  banks  of  that  most  beautiful  of  Suftblk 
rivers,  the  Waveney,  that  the  first  happy  years  of  my 
childhood  were  passed.  My  father's  family  came  from 
the  north  of  England,  where  among  the  mountain  dales 
and  fells  still  lingered  many  primitive  customs  and 
ancient  rural  sports.  Of  these  the  keeping  of  May 
Day — no  doubt  a  relic  of  some  ancient  pagan  rite,  but, 
the  origin  forgotten,  now  perfectly  harmless — was  one 
of  the  most  cherished.  My  father  still  clung  to  the  old 
observance  of  this  rural  holiday  of  his  ancestors,  and 
May  Day  was  looked  forward  to  with  eager  anticipation 
by  my  sisters  and  myself. 

The  flowers — the  sweet  May  blossoms  of  the  haw- 
thorn  hedge   and    tlie    oirly   spring   flowers — must  be 


I»LEASANT    DAVS   OF    MY    CHILDHOOf). 


30 


(gathered  while  the  dew  was  .still  upon  them,  or  the  rites 
lost  half  their  virtue. 

We  were  always  up  before  the  sun,  and  so  eajjerly 
(lid  we  watch  for  the  day  that  even  our  dreams  were 
liiiiuited  by  the  anticipated  pleasure,  for  I  remember  my 
mother  telling  of  beinj^  startled  in  the  nij^lit  by  seeing 
the  door  softly  open  and  a  small  wh'*  j-rolied  figure  j^flide 
up  to  the  bedside.  It  was  Sara,  her  eyes  wide  open, 
H.Ked  and  8tarin<;,  but  the  child  was  fast  aslei^p.  Two 
tiny  hands  held  up  the  full  folds  of  her  ni<fht-dress  as 
sill!  said,  "  Flowers,  more  flowers,  Lila."  Even  in  her 
sleep  .she  iiad  gathered  dream-flowers  for  the  May  Day 
y,!irlands. 

T  was  the  youngest  bui/  one,  and  being  an  especial  p  t 
in  till'  household,  on  my  happy  head  was  conferred  the 
May  crown,  and  I  was  dx\\y  greeted  as  Queen  of  May. 

Surely  no  ([Ueen  could  iiave  been  more  joyous  or 
pioud  of  her  honors  :  my  crown  a  circlet  oi  Ilowers,  my 
sceptre  a  flower-wreathed  wand  of  ha/.el,  and  my  throne 
jv  mound  of  daisy-sprinkled  turf  iu  the  meadow  by  the 
clear  flowing  river ;  my  loyal  .subjects,  the  dearest  and 
most  loving  of  sLsters. 

The  crown  so  coveted  was  woi*n  till  night,  and  then 
cast  aside  to  wither  in  the  dust.  Sic  ti'dnsit  gloria, 
mundi! 

Within  a  short  distance  of  the  old  house  there  was  a 
narrow  bridle-path  which  we  called  the  "  little  lane." 
It  was  shut  in  from  the  main  road,  with  which    t  ran 


40 


J'hAULS   AND    I'EHIU.KS. 


paiviUiil,  by  a  (|uick-set  hod^e;  on  the  othor  side  were 
hi^fh  slopiii^^  banks,  the  unFenced  boundary  ol"  upland 
pusturt'H. 

(Jn  the  i^ruHMy  slopeH  f^rew  tall  oak  trees  and  a  tan^ded 
jungle  of  wild  bushes,  among  which  woodbine  and 
swe(;t  bi'ivir  entwined,  t'orniin^^  luxuriant  bowers,  beneath 
which  all  sorts  ol'  flowers  j^rew  in  rich  ])roi"usioii. 

On  tiie  other,  or  lower  side  of  the  hmo,  a  little  tinkl'nj^ 
rill,  that  a  child  niij^ht  step  across,  ran  down,  its  water 
chjiir  and  bright.  From  this  slender  streandet  we  chil- 
dren drank  the  most  delicious  draughts  from  Nature's 
own  chalice,  the  hollow  of  our  hands,  or  sipped  its  pure 
waters,  liko  the  fairies  we  read  of,  from  the  acorn  cups 
that  strewed  the  gi'ass. 

The  banks  of  tlu;  stream  were  lined  witli  sweet 
purple  violets,  ])rimro.sos,  and  the  little  sun-bright 
celandine :  and  later  on  there  was  good  store  of  wild 
strawberries,  which  \ve  gathered  and  strung  upon  a  stalk 
of  grass  to  carry  home  to  our  mother  an  a  peace-cjfl'ering 
for  torn  frocks  and  soiled  pinafores,  oi-  leave  out-stayed. 

This  cliarming  spot  was  our  Eden.  In  it  we  laid  o.it 
beds  and  planted  a  gai-den  for  ourselves.  Like  Canadian 
scjuatters,  we  took  to  ourselves  right  of  soil,  and  made  a 
free  .settlement  shun  ceremonie.  The  garden  was  laid 
out  right  daintily.  The  beds  were  planted  with  double 
dai.sies  and  many  garden  bulbs  and  flowers  discarded  or 
begged  from  the  gardener's  parterres.  A  hollow  in  the 
bank  was  fashioned  into  a  grotto,  which  we  lined  with 


•■'J,:; 


I'LKASANT    DAYS   OK    MY    (  UlIJlMOOI). 


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moss  iixul   (lucoriited  with  dry   strijUMl   snuil-slu'lls  uud 
hri^dit  stones. 

Our  ;,'anhMi  tools  wer.'  <jt'  the  rudest — our  trowd  a 
rusty  iron  ladle,  our  spade  a  l)r()ki'M-l<lade«l  carviuj,'- 
kuil'e,  and  we  <laily  watered  the  llowers  fiom  a  hattered 
tin  tea-pot  and  a  leaky  japanned  niu;;-.  l>ut  in  spite  of 
tliese  unhandy  implements,  the  ;;arden  thi'ove  and 
blossomed  in  the  vvilderness. 

There,  sheltered  from  sun  and  shower  amonj;  the 
iiowery  honeysuekles,  we  reclined  on  the  {.jreen  turf, 
happy  as  children  could  he,  and  listened  to  the  oft- 
repeated  stori(!S  and  old  ballads  that  were  recited  by  our 
two  elder  sisters.  How  we  delighted  in  those  tales  and 
(|uaint  old  rhymes,  and  how  little  we  dreamed  that  the 
time  would  come  when  the  sistei's  who  re<;ale(l  us  with 
them  would  make  a  name  for  themselves  in  the  world  of 
letters.* 

Many  years  afterwards  I  visited  the  "  little  lane."  A 
few  crocuses  and  snowdrops,  choked  by  long  grass  and 
weeds,  were  all  that  were  left  to  mark  the  spot  where 
"  once  a  garden  smiled." 

I  stooped  and  as  of  old  drank  of  the  bright  little 
stream,  and  gathered  a  nosegay  of  the  sweet  violets  to 
carry  away  as  a  mavenir  of  my  childhood.  Often  in 
after  years  have  the  memories  of  those  May  days  among 
the  cowslips  and  daisied  meads  of  the  Waveney  come 
l)ack  to  my  wearied  soul  to  cheer  and  soothe  the  exile 
in  her  far  distant  forest  home. 


*  Klizabeth  and  Affiios  Strirklaiui. 


...Aiir' 


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LAMENT   FOR   THE    MAY    QUEEN. 

Weep,  weep,  thou  virgin  Queen  of  May, 

Thy  ancient  reign  is  o'er ; 
Thy  vot'ries  now  are  h>wly  hiid, 

And  thou  art  Queen  no  more. 


Fling  down,  Hing  down,  thy  flow'ry  crown, 

Thy  sceptre  cast  away, 
For  ne'er  again  on  vale  or  plain 

They'll  hail  thee  Queen  of  May. 

No  maiden  now  with  glowing  brow 

Shall  rise  with  early  dawn, 
To  b'nd  her  hair  with  chaplets  fair 

Torn  from  the  blossomed  thorn. 

i\'o  lark  shall  spring  on  dewy  wing 

Thy  matin  hynni  to  j)our. 
No  cuckoo's  voice  shall  shout  "  Rejoice  I  ' 

For  thou  art  Queen  no  more. 

Beneath  thy  flower-encircled  wand 

No  peasant  trains  advance  ; 
N'l  .nore  they  lead  with  sportive  tread 

Tiie  sjiarry,  merry  dance. 

The  violet  blooms  with  modest  grace 

Beneath  its  crest  of  leaves  ; 
The  prinu'ose  shows  her  gentle  face. 

Her  wreaths  the  woodbine  weaves. 


The  cowslip  bends  her  golden  head, 
And  daisies  deck  the  lea  ; 

But  ah  I  no  more  in  grove  or  bower 
The  Queen  of  May  we'll  see. 


SUNSET   AND   SUNRISE    ON    LAKE 
ONTARIO:    A    REMINISCENCE.* 


"  To  watch  the  dimmed  day  deepen  into  even, 
The  flush  of  sunset  melt  in  pallid  gold ; 
While  the  pale  planets  blossom  out  in  heaven ; 

To  feel  the  tender  silence  trance  and  hold 
The  night's  great  heartbeats ;  soul-washed,  nature-shriven, 
To  feel  the  mantle  of  silence  fold  on  fold." 

—  William  Wilfrid  Canipbell. 


Our  steamer  had  been  lying  all  day  in  front  of  the 
town  of  Brockville.  It  was  a  gala  day  in  that  place. 
There  had  been  a  successful  launch  of  a  newly-built 
schooner  to  excite  the  townsfolk  and  attract  strangers 
i'roin  the  American  side  across  the  St.  Lawrence. 

A  military  band  was  playing,  and  flags  flew  from  the 
steeples  of  the  churches — on  every  public  building, 
indeed,  was  seen  the  Union  Jack  in  friendly  unison  with 
the  Stara  and  Stripes. 

•  A  page  from  my  old  diary,  August,  1832. 


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The  bells  of  the  town  rang  cheerily  in  honor  of  a, 
wedding  party,  who  later  came  on  board  our  vessel  on 
their  honeymoon  trip  to  Niagara.  Our  departure  was 
delayed  by  the  taking  in  of  freight  for  the  upper 
provincial  towns,  and  tlie  landing  of  such  as  had  been 
forwarded  to  Brock ville,  as  well  as  by  the  late  arrival 
of  a  number  of  extra  passengers,  so  that  it  was  well 
on  towards  evening  before  we  left  the  wharf  and 
entt-'red  the  intricate  channels  of  the  Lake  of  the 
Thousand  Isles. 

The  day  had  been  excessively  hot,  and  grateful  was 
the  change  to  the  cool  refreshing  shades  of  the  wooded 
islands,  where  oak  and  ash  and  elm  mingled  their 
branches  with  those  of  the  dark  feathery  hemlock,  pine 
and  balsam  firs.  The  grey  cedars,  too,  delighted  the 
eye  which  had  become  wearied  with  the  glare  of  the 
sun  upon  the  glassy  surface  of  the  water. 

Our  progress  was  slow  and  steady,  for  in  those  early 
days  of  steam  navigation  much  caution  was  shown,  and 
truly  the  passenger  immigrants  on  board  were  in  no 
hurry,  for  the  "  wide  world  was  all  before  them,  where 
to  choose  their  place  of  rest." 

Every  turn  of  the  paddle-wheels  brought  some  new 
and  lovely  spot  into  view.  Visions  of  pleasant  rustic 
homes  to  be  made  by  forest,  lake  and  river  rose  to  my 
mental  vision  as  our  vessel  threaded  her  way  among 
those  fairy  islands  ;  and  with  almost  childish  delight  I 
would   point   out   wild   rocky   headlands    bright   with 


i:':^!iilill 


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irolden  licliens  and  deep  ^reen  velvet  mosses,  or  inland 
coves  half  hidden  by  drooping  ferns  and  native  willows 
oi-  red  with  the  changeful  crimson  of  the  glossy-leafed 
American  Creeper  (Aiiipelo^ms  Virginica),  which  was 
ah'cady  wreathing  in  gorgeous  autumnal  colors  the 
silvfny  hark  of  tlie  graceful  birches  and  elms. 

What  tufts  of  golden  rod  and  pale  bluebells,  what 
starry  asters  were  Uiirrored  in  the  calm  waters  !  What 
^dorious  spikes  of  cardinal  lobelias  and  azure-fringed 
i;eiitians  were  growing  wild  and  free  on  many  a  rugged 
spot  where  possibly  no  foot  of  man  had  ever  trodden  ! 

The  captain  said  it  would  be  midnight  ere  we 
'•eached  Kingston,  the  "  Limestone  City,"  and  dawn 
Ijefore  we  could  be  at  Cobourg,  where  our  voyage  was 
to  terminate.  Thence  our  way  would  lie  northward  to 
what  was  at  that  time  the  iiliivut  iliide  of  civilization 
a  forest  wilderness  beyond  the  infant  settlement  of  the 
MOW  village  of  Peterborough,*  then  but  a  cluster  of 
log  houses  and  S(|uatters'  shanties. 

Charmed  by  the  romantic  natuvfd  beauties  of  the 
surrounding  scene,  no  dread  of  che  future  rose  up  to 
oppress  me.  Truly  <listance  lei;t  its  enchantment  to 
cheer  and  animate  my  ,sj)irits. 

The  sun  set  that  evening  in  a  flood  of  rose  and  amber, 
coloring  the  waveless  surface  of  the  lake  with  a  radiance 
such  as  my  English  eyes  had  never  yet  looked  upon. 

How   lovely   it    was !     My    husband    smiled   at   my 


*  Now  a  city  of  no  mean  importanco  in  Ontario. 


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enthusiasm.     Had  he  ever  beheld  so  glorious  a  sunset 
before  ? 

"  Yes,  many  a  time,  in  Italy  and  in  Switzerland ; 
often  quite  as  beautiful." 

I  wished  to.  claim  all  the  loveliness  for  Canada,  the 
country  of  our  adoption  end  hencefoi-th  our  home. 

The  after-glow  of  rose  tints  faded  only  to  give  place 
to  the  tremulous  rays  of  lie  now  risen  moon,  g  ^ing  a 
yet  greater  charm  to  the  scenery,  deepening  the  shadows 
or  throwing  objects  intj  sti'onger  relief.  Then,  later  on, 
as  star  after  star  came  out,  heaven  seemed  to  cast 
unnumbered  glories  at  our  feet  in  these  twinkling  points 
of  light  mirrored  in  the  lake.  Almost  unconsciously  the 
inspired  words  rose  to  my  lips,  "  The  heavens  declare 
the  glory  of  God,  and  the  firmament  showeth  His 
handiwork."' 

Wrapped  in  my  ample  Scotch  tartan  cloak,  I  lay 
with  head  pillowed  on  my  husband's  folded  plaid,  too 
much  delighted  with  my  surroundings  to  leave  the  deck 
for  the  cabin  and  the  sleeping-berth  below. 

Sometimes  our  vessel  passed  so  near  the  rocks  that 
the  overhanging  boughs  of  the  trees  almost  swept  the 
sides  of  the  smoke-stack,  startling  from  their  night  roosts 
flocks  of  blackbirds  and  pigeons.  Flying  out  they 
circled  around  us,  then  settled  again  among  the  trees. 
The  distant  hooting  of  the  big  cat-owl  was  the  only 
sound  that  broke  the  monotonous  plash  of  the  paddle- 
wheels.     The  only  other  living  thing  that  I  noted  was 


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the  motionless  figure  of  a  heron  standing  on  a  fallen 
cedar  overhanging  the  margin  of  the  water.  When 
our  approach  disturbed  her  night-waich  for  prey,  she 
spread  her  grey  wings  and  noiselessly  flew  onward  to 
take  her  stand  once  more  on  some  other  prostrate  tree. 
There  was  a  sort  of  witch-like  weirdness  about  this 
lonely  watcher  of  the  waters,  such  that  I  could  not  help 
but  follow  her  silent,  mysteiious  flight  and  observe  the 
shadow  of  her  wings  upon  the  lake. 

Fascinated  by  the  bird,  I  watched  her  until  weariness 
overtook  my  senses,  when  my  eyes  closed  and  I  slept  so 
soundly  that  it  was  not  till  the  clanging  bell  gave  notice 
to  the  passengers  that  we  were  nearing  the  site  of  the 
frontier  town  of  Cobourg  that  I  awoke. 

If  the  night  had  been  lovely,  so  also  was  the  dawn,  as 
the  sun  rose  in  robes  of  the  most  exquisite  colors.  The 
boat  was  no\/  bearing  in  nearer  to  the  shores  of  what 
appeared  to  be  a  rolling  country,  all  clothed  with  forest 
green.  Hill  rising  above  hill  eame  out  from  the  clouds 
of  morning  mist,  far  away  io  the  distant  northern  limits 
of  the  horizon,  till  mingling  with  the  grey  they  melted 
into  a  mere  cloud  line  to  the  eye. 

Around  us,  gilded  by  the  rays  of  the  rising  sun,  the 
smooth  surface  of  the  lake  shone  like  a  sea  of  gold,  the 
spray  from  the  paddle-wheels  catching  a  thousand  rain- 
bow hues  as  it  fell.  Surpassingly  beautiful  were  the 
clouds  of  mist  as  they  broke  into  all  sorts  of  fanciful 
forms,  rising  higher  and  higher,  anon  taking  the  appear- 


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i 


ance  of  islands,  above  which  the  dark  fringe  of  forest- 
clothed  shores  was  visible,  while  the  white  creamy 
vapors  below  made  mimic  lakes  and  streams. 

Then  in  a  moment  all  was  c'.ianged.  The  mirage  of 
the  shadowy  landscape  disappeared  ;  a  breath  of  cool  air 
from  the  water  separated  the  mist  and  lifted  it  like 
a  gold-tinted  veil,  high  above  the  trees,  capes,  islands, 
bays  and  forest-crowned  headlands,  until  all  faded  away, 
leaving  but  a  dream  of  beauty  on  the  gazer's  mind — a 
memory  to  be  recalled  in  after  years  when  musing  over 
past  scenes  of  a  life  where  lights  and  shadows  form  a 
mingled  pattern  of  trials  and  blessings. 


MEMORIES   OF   A   MAY   MORNING.* 


'•'  Sweet  day,  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright, 
The  bridal  of  the  earth  and  sky  ; 
The  dew  shall  weep  thy  fall  to-night. 
For  thou  must  die." 

— Herbert. 


Just  such  a  day  as  holy  George  Herbert  describes 
above  is  this  sweet  May  morning.  But  what  a  change 
since  yesterday  in  the  temperature  of  the  air!  Then 
cliilling  north-east  winds,  grey  cloudy  sky,  cold  and 
cheerless ;  now,  bright  cloudless  blue  sky  and  soft  balmy 
airs 

Yesterday  I  was  wrapped  in  a  thick  woollen  shawl 
over  my  shoulders,  and  a  warm  quilted  hood  on  my 
head.  To-day  my  morning  wrapper  of  printed  calico 
and  my  muslin  cap  are  all-sufficient  for  warmth  ;  hood 
and  shawl  are  laid  aside. 

Our  spring  is  unusually  late  this  year ;  the  leaves  are 


*  From  my  diary  of  1888. 


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HI 


li!!! 


not  unfolded.  I  lie  upon  the  couch  on  the  veranda 
biiHkinj^  in  the  delicious  warmth  of  the  sun's  rays  as 
they  reach  uie  through  the  half-clothed  branches  of 
the  maple  and  beech  trees  in  the  grove  beyond  my 
garden.  I  recall  last  year  at  tiiis  same  date  when  all 
the  trees  were  in  leaf  and  the  plum  and  apple  trees  in 
full  bloom.  We  are  three  weeks  later  this  year.  Well, 
it  is  folly  to  complain  of  the  vicissitudes  of  the  seasons  ; 
let  us  take  the  blessings  as  they  come  to  us  and  be 
thankful — the  leaves  and  buds  and  l^loasoms  are  all 
before  us.  It  is  a  pleasure  to  lie  here  and  watch  the 
birds  as  they  flit  to  and  fro  so  gaily  among  the  trees 
and  garden  shrubs,  carolling  and  iwittering  in  the 
inialloyed  glaJness  of  their  natui'e  ((uite  heedless  of  my 
preserce.  Let  me  see  who  of  my  old  aciiuaintances  are 
auiong  thom.  There  are  the  neat  little  snow  sparrows 
(Junco  hyemalw),  which  are  among  the  first  and  most 
constant  of  the  small  birds  to  visit  us,  coming  from  the 
cold  North-West  to  make  spring  and  summer  holiday  in 
our  more  genial  climate.  In  mild  winters  tliey  were 
wont  to  come  as  early  as  the  middle  of  March,  but  that 
was  in  the  early  days  of  the  colony,  when  the  thick 
forests  gave  warm  shelter  to  the  wild-birds ;  but  since 
the  trees  are  fast  disappearing,  the  snow  sparrows  and 
crossbdls  (Loxia  citrvirutitrti),  and  the  tom-tits  or 
black-caps,*  and  many  others,  delay  their  coming  till 
April  or  even   Maj^     I   used  to  call  the  pretty  snow 

*  Chickadee  of  the  Americans— Parus  atricapillua. 


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sparrows  my  "  (juaker  birds,"  when  first  I  saw  them  and 
dill  not  know  their  name.  I  admired  their  ^  sccjuisitely 
neat  phimaj^e  of  shite-grey,  white  breast,  darker  head, 
llesli-colored  bills  and  legs  and  feet,  with  some  snow- 
white  feathers  at  the  tail,  and  the  ed<^es  of  the  long 
shaft- feathers  of  their  win^s  also  tipped  with  white. 
'I'hey  looked  so  tidy  and  delicate,  as  if  no  speck  or  spot 
coidd  sully  thei"  (jiiakerly  neat  dress. 

These  birds  iisnally  appear  in  company  with  the  small 
l»iown  and  the  chestnut-crowned  sparrows,*  with  whiclx 
they  seem  to  be  on  the  most  friendly  terms,  mixing  with 
them  as  they  flit  about  the  garden  seeking  for  seeds 
juiiong  the  dry  amaranths  and  other  weeds. 

The  snow-birds  and  their  friends,  the  chipi)ing  spar- 
rows, are  busy  now  in  the  bushes  in  the  grove  building 
their  nests.  In  this  they  have  no  time  to  lose,  as  the 
season  is  so  late. 

A  lively  burst  of  song  greets  me  just  above  my  liead, 
in  the  angle  of  the  beams  of  the  veranda.  How  well  I 
know  the  cheerful  notes!  It  is  the  dear  little  brown 
house  wren's  song. 

Ves,  there  they  are,  the  bright  little  couph*.  They 
look  down  shyly  at  me  from  their  coigne  of  vantage 
altove;  and  then,  as  if  quite  sure  it  is  an  old  and  trusted 
friend  they  burst  out  with  a  joyous  .'horus  of  greeting, 
as  if  to  say : 

"  Here  we  are  again ;  glad  to  see  you  alive  and  well, 


'■Chipping  sparrttw — Spizella  socialii. 


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old  lady. "  And  the  old  lady  looks  up,  and  nods  a  hearty 
welcome  to  the  tiny  brown  birds. 

It  is  now  more  than  twenty  years  since  a  pair  of 
these  little  wrens  came  and  took  possession  of  that 
corner  of  the  veranda,  just  where  the  angle  of  the 
rafters  meet  the  roof — a  dark,  snug  little  place  There, 
year  after  year,  every  May,  a  pair  return  to  the  old  spot. 

It  can  hardly  be  the  same  old  couplr,  or  even  their 
children  or  grandchildren,  that  are  such  constant  visitors, 
never  at  a  loss,  but  coming  at  once  to  the  old  corner, 
where,  after  a  few  days'  rest,  they  connnence  to  build  a 
rudely-constructed  nest  of  birch  twigs ;  no  moss,  nor 
hair  nor  any  soft  materials  are  employed  for  the  cradles 
of  the  tiny  little  brood. 

Wiiat  brings  these  tiny  birds  back  to  the  old  summer 
haunts  ?  Is  it  memor^^  ?  Or  is  it  that  unerring,  mys- 
terious power  that  we  term  Instinct,  which,  acting 
like  an  irresistible  impulse,  guides  them  the  right  way, 
straight  to  the  harbor  where  they  would  be  i* 

Is  it  this  that  draws  the  fledglings  of  last  year  back  to 
the  nest  in  which  they  were  reared,  to  re-enact  the  life 
and  habits  of  the  parent-birds  of  the  particular  species  of 
the  wren  family  to  which  they  especially  belong  ?  We 
know  not. 

For  the  first  week  after  they  arrive  the  wrenri  do 
nothing  but  flit  gaily  about,  making  high  holiday  with, 
merry  songs  before  they  settle  down  to  work  in  good 
earnest. 


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'I'he  first  thing  they  do  is  to  clear  away  the  old  rubbish 
from  last  year's  nest — a  regular  course  of  house-cleaning 
— before  the  foundation  of  the  new  nest  is  laid.  In  the 
work  of  building  both  labor.  They  are  not  selfish,  my 
dear  little  household  pets,  like  some  of  the  male  birds, 
which  leave  all  the  work  of  building  and  care  of  the 
nurslings  to  the  female,  while  they  take  their  ease,  eat- 
ing and  singing  and  enjoying  themselves. 

The  wrens  arrive  just  before  the  first  hatch  of  the 
May-flies  issue  from  their  watery  prison.  It  is  with  the 
.smaller  ephemera,  the  two-oared  flies,  that  they  feed 
tlieir  young. 

Is  it  not  marvellous  the  instinct  which  impels  these 
little  birds  to  return  at  the  exact  time  of  the  year  to 
where  the  particular  kind  of  nourishment  required  for 
the  little  br(X)ds  can  only  be  obtained  ? 

0  wondrous  law,  given  by  their  Creator  to  each  one 
of  His  creatures,  in  accordance  with  His  will  and  their 
several  needs ! 

All  day  long,  from  sunrise  to  sunset,  these  birds  are  on 
the  wing,  as  soon  as  the  little  ones  are  hatched,  going 
and  coming  unweariedly,  with  a  love  for  their  offspring 
that  never  tires. 

Listen  to  the  song  of  greeting  they  give  to  the  nest- 
ling as  they  drop  the  fly  into  the  open  beak,  having  first 
torn  off  its  stiff  gauzy  wings.  This  is  a  constant  habit, 
and  it  is  very  dexterously  done.  In  an  instant  the  birds 
are  again  on  the  wing,  to  supply  the  ceaseless  cravings 
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of  the  greedy  little  ones,  who  seem  ever  to  be  crying 
out,  "  Give,  give,"  when  they  hear  the  approach  of  the 
father  or  mother. 

Last  summer  our  wrens  raised  three  successive  broods. 
I  do  not  think  the  number  exceeded  five  little  birds  each 
time.  This  year  the  time  will  not  admit  of  an  extra 
hatch. 

The  wrens  usually  lingcj.'  with  us  till  the  end  of 
August,  but  soine  will  stay  into  September  if  the 
weather  remains  warm.  Then  they  leave  us  to  winter 
in  a  milder  climate  westward  or  southward,  crossing  the 
St.  Lawrence  or  Niagara  rivers  guided  by  the  same 
power  that  led  them  hither. 

How  little,  after  all,  is  our  knowledge  of  the  ways  of 
these  wild  creatures  that  come  to  us,  we  only  guess  from 
whence.  They  steal  so  quietly  among  us.  One  day  they 
are  seen  building  their  temporary  nests  in  our  groves  and 
forests,  in  our  garden  bushes  and  orchards,  in  the  shade 
trees  of  our  busiest  streets,  under  the  eaves  of  our  houses 
and  even  of  our  churches  and  sacred  temples ;  a  few 
brief  weeks  or  months,  and  lo !  they  disappear.  Silently 
they  came;  as  silently  they  depart.  Some,  indeed,  gather 
together  in  social  bands,  but  others  steal  away  unseen ; 
we  know  not  how  and  when  they  go  till  we  miss  them, 
to  see  them  no  more  again  till  the  spring  of  another 
year. 

While  I  am  pondering  over  these  mysteries,  a  pair 
of  gay  summer  yellow  birds  flash  past  me,  evidently 


canaries."  1 


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liciit  on  important  business.  Thvy  an?  probably  seeking 
u  convenient  bush  where  to  connnence  the  building  of 
11  nest  for  the  reception  of  their  unknown  family. 

[  can  fancy  the  Hvely  discussion  that  is  beinj^  curried 
on  between  the  Httle  pair,  v/^her )  to  make  choice  of  the 
l)est  anil  safest  situation  for  the  nest. 

'i'liat  syringa  opposite  tlie  drawing-room  window  is 
sure  to  be  chosen.  Every  succeeding  -season  it  has  had 
a  nest  built  among  its  network  of  small  branches,  leaves 
and  fragrant  blo.s.soms.  It  is  the  favorite  res(jrt  of  the 
little  yellow  bird.s.*  Some  call  these  birds  "  wihl 
canaries,"  but  there  is  a  great  difference  between  the 
species,  the  true  wild  canary  being  larger,  of  a  pale 
lemon  color,  and  the  head  marked  in  the  niale  bird 
with  a  spot  of  black,  also  the  wing  feathers.  It  is  a  true 
finch,  feeding  on  seeds,  especially  tho.se  of  the  thistle. 

But  I  am  interested  in  the  movements  of  my  little 
friends.  There  is  evidently  some  demur  about  the  fitness 
of  the  syringa  bush — they  seem  to  be  debating  between 
it  and  a  Tartarian  honeysuckle  near  the  wicket  gate 
— but  time  is  pressing  and  a  hasty  choice  must  be 
made. 

Yes,  the  faithful  little  pair  have  chosen  th?  old  syringa 
and  are  going  to  work  at  once. 

CJood-speed  to  you,  my  wise  little  couple.  We  shall 
soon  see  the  result  of  your  work,  for  I  perceive  your 
plans  are  all  settled  now. 


•Yellow  Warbler,  or  Summer  Bird — Dendroica  (estiva. 


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PEARLS    AND    PEBBLES. 


Some  two  years  a^o  a  gi'eat  event  liappened  to  a  pair 
of  my  yellow  birds,  which  ended  in  a  serious  disappoint- 
ment. One  waiiii  May  morning,  as  my  daughter  and  I 
sat  sewing  on  the  veranda,  a  little  passing  putf  of  wind 
blew  away  some  snips  of  the  white  material  that  we 
had  been  busy  with  and  carried  them  among  the  grass 
just  below  the  syringa  bush,  where  the  foundation  of  a 
nest  had  just  been  laid  by  the  female  bird.  Her 
bright  eyes  quickly  caught  sight  of  the  scraps  of  muslin, 
and  down  slie  came  from  her  perch  in  the  bush  and 
carrieil  oti'  the  pi'ize  to  her  nest,  coming  back  and 
diligently  picking  up  all  the  bits  she  could  see.  Noticing 
that  she  was  so  well  pleased  with  this  new  building 
material,  we  added  some  more  scraps  and  some  tufts  of 
cotton  wool  to  the  supply.  Charmed  with  her  good 
fortune,  and  grown  boldin-,  the  pretty  creature  ventured 
nearer  to  us  and  took  all  the  scraps  we  chose  to  scatter 
for  her  on  the  grass. 

The  work  of  building  went  on  so  rapidly  that  in  the 

course  of  two  hours  slu;  had  constructed  a  most  delicate 

and  dainty  looking  snow-white  nest,  and  the  pair  took 

possession  of  this  novel-looking  house  with  festal  song. 

Bat  ah  me !  their  joy  was  destined  to  be  of  but  short 

duration. 

"The  best  laid  Hchemes  o'  wiice  and  men 
Gang  aft  a-gley," 

and  in  the  present  case  so  it  proved  with  our  pair  of 
little  architects. 


o  a  pair 
ippoint- 
31*  and  I 
of  wind 
that  we 
lie  grass 
:ion  of  a 
J.      Her 
■  muslin, 
ush  and 
ick    and 
Noticing 
building 
;  tufts  of 
ler   good 
ventured 
o  scatter 

at  in  the 
i  delicate 
mir  took 
^tal  song, 
jut  short 


iir  pair  of 


A  lieaA 

(lay.     I 

fairv-liki 

and,  "liki 

wivck  Ix 

"  Xever  8i 

by  ox per 

lilac  busli 

finery  she 

.such  of  tl 

as  she  fou 

oF  the  nev 

the  more  t 

her  work 

The  nev 

the  bits  so 

ornamentai 

her  work  v 

fied  praise. 

The  ruin 

bird.*    She 

and  ^(ay  sci 

work  very  ( 

witii  the  ad 

and  all  sorfci 

wrought  up 

receptacle  f 


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57 


A  heavy  thunder-shower  came  on  at  noon  of  the  next 
(lay.  I  leave  my  readers  to  imagine  the  result.  The 
fjiiry-lilvo  palace,  like  all  castles  in  the  air,  had  collapsed, 
and,  "  liki!  the  baseless  fabric  of  a  vision,  left  but  a 
w  Ti'ck  behind."  However,  our  brave  little  birdie  cried, 
"  Never  say  die !"  and  set  to  work  once  more,  made  wiser 
hy  experience,  building  a  more  substantial  nest  in  a 
lilfic  bush  close  by ;  but  with  a  feminine  weakness  for 
finery  she  paid  many  visits  to  the  frail  ruin,  selecting 
such  of  the  more  substantial  materials  among  the  rags 
a.s  she  found  likely  to  prove  useful  in  binding  the  walls 
of  the  new  nest  together,  but  not  sufficient  to  weaken 
the  more  suitable  articles  which  she  wisely  adopted  for 
lier  work. 

The  new  nest  was  an  excellent  sp(!cimen  of  skill,  and 
the  bits  so  judiciously  woven  in  this  time  proved  highly 
ornamental.  I  fancied  the  little  builder  felt  proud  of 
\nn'  work  when  it  was  finished,  and  we  gave  it  un([uali- 
fieil  praise. 

The  ruined  tenement  excited  the  admiration  of  a  cat- 
bird.* She  also  had  a  taste  for  pretty  soft  bits  of  muslin 
and  gay  scraps  of  colored  prints;  so  her  ladyship  set  to 
work  very  diligently  to  repair  the  now  dilapidated  nest 
w  itli  the  addition  of  dried  fibrous  roots,  and  grass,  moss 
and  all  sorts  of  trash,  which,  with  the  rags,  were  soon 
wrought  up  into  a  sub-stantial  nest  which  formed  the 
rtceptacle  for  five  bluish-green  eggs.     But  misfortune 

* Oaleo$eopte$  earolineti  it  (Linn.). 


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seemed  to  cling  to  tlie  coveted  nest,  for  an  accident, 
which  might  have  ended  fatally  to  the  cat-bird,  befel 
her  one  day.  When  about  to  leave  the  ne.st  her  legs 
became  entangled  in  some  loose  strings  which  she  had 
woven  among  the  other  materials,  and,  unable  to  free 
herself,  she  fell  down  head  foremost  into  the  midst  of  a 
rosebush,  very  stout  and  spiny,  out  of  which  she  could 
not  extricate  herself,  but  lay  fluttering  antl  uttering  the 
most  doleful  cries,  more  like  the  yells  of  an  enraged  cat 
than  a  bird. 

The  unusual  outcry  brought  me  to  the  rescue,  and  at 
my  near  approach  she  ceased  her  cries,  and  I  truly 
believe  the  poor  captive  looked  to  me  for  help.  I  (juickly 
perceived  the  cause  of  her  discjuiet,  and  with  my  scissors 
soon  set  her  free.  With  a  Joyful  cry  she  flew  awav,  and, 
what  seemed  to  me  a  remarkable  proof  of  sagacity  in 
the  bird,  she  forsook  the  nest,  never  again  venturing 
back  to  it,  though  it  contained  the  Ave  blue  eggs.  She 
evidently  felt  it  better  to  forsake  them  unhatched  than 
run  any  risk  of  danger  to  herself  or  her  little  brood. 
This,  at  any  rate,  was  my  own  conclusion  on  the  subject, 
though  it  may  not  have  been  that  of  the  cat-bird. 

While  sitting  on  tlie  eggs,  and  while  the  young  ones 
are  yet  unfledged  and  helpless,  the  mother-bird  becomes 
bold  and  excitable.  If  anyone  approaches  too  near  to 
her  nursery,  she  flies  round  the  nesG  with  outspread 
wings  uttering  strange  angry  cries,  as  if  resenting  the 
impertinent  attemjit  to  pry  into  her  family  att'airs,  and 


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sliould  the  intruder  venture  closer  she  would  no  doubt 
punish  him  with  strokes  of  her  bill  and  wings. 

The  cat-bird  belongs  to  the  same  family  as  the 
southern  mocking-bird,*  and  by  many  persons  has 
been  known  by  the  name  of  "  False  Mocking-bird." 

It  is  a  common  idea  that  the  note  of  the  cat-bird  is 
most  discordant,  li'ce  the  mewing  of  an  angry  cat ;  but 
this  is,  I  think,  a  mistake.  The  true  song  of  the  cat- 
l)ird  is  rich,  full  and  melodious,  more  like  that  of  the 
English  thrush. f  In  point  of  fact,  this  bird  is  the  best 
songster  among  the  summer  visitants  in  Canada. 

I  have  fully  satisfied  myself  that  the  hai*sn,  wild 
sijualling  cry  attributed  to  the  parent  birds  is  that  of 
the  young  birds  when  the  mother  has  foi*saken  them, 
leaving  them  to  shift  for  themselves,  and,  like  weaned 
children,  the  call  is  for  food  and  companionship.  This 
is  my  own  observation  from  watching  the  birds. 


*  Mimu»  polyglottos. 


+  Turdu»  mefitdiouM, 


ANOTHER   MAY    MORNING. 


"  The  birds  around  me  hopped  and  played ; 
Their  thoughts  I  cannot  measuie ; 
But  the  least  motion  which  they  made 
It  seemed  a  thrill  of  pleasure. 


"  The  budding  twigs  spread  out  their  fan 
To  catch  the  breezy  air ; 
And  I  must  think,  do  all  I  can, 
That  there  was  pleasure  there." 

—  Wordaworth. 

nJ      This   morning,   May   20th,  I  saw  the  first   humming- 
bird of  the  season,  later  than  usual. 

A  lovely  living  gem  is  the  Ruby-throated  Humming- 
bird,* with  its  brilliant  ruby,  green  and  gold  colors  flash- 

*  Ruhy-throated  Humming-bird — Troehilut  Colubris  (Linn.).  Hah.— 
Eastern  North  America  to  the  Plains,  north  to  the  fur  countries,  and 
south,  in  winter,  tu  Cuba  and  Veragiia.  Nent,  &  beautiful  specimen  of 
bird  architecture,  usually  placed  on  the  horizontal  branch  of  a  tree  in  the 
orchard,  coTntK)sed  of  grey  lichens,  lined  with  the  softest  plant-down. 
Eggt,  two,  ^  are  white,  blushed  with  pink  while  fresh.— McIlwraith, 
"  Bird»  of  Ontario." 


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iiii;  in  the  sunlight.  The  rapidity  of  its  flight  is  greater 
than  that  of  any  other  bird.  A  dart  and  it  is  gone  ;  wo 
scarce'  can  follow  it  with  the  eye.  Sometimes  it  will  fly 
ill  through  an  open  window,  hover  a  moment  over  the 
tlowers,  cut  or  in  pots,  which  have  attracted  it,  then 
ilart  away  again  into  the  sunshine.  It  is  so  delicate 
that  the  least  rough  handling  kills  the  lovely  creatui'e. 

We  are  so  late  this  year,  the  honeyed  bells  of  the 
scarlet  rock  columbine  are  not  yet  open.  A  few  more 
sunny  days  and  they  will  be  out,  and  then  the  humming- 
bird will  have  a  feast.  Meanwhile  he  is  not  starving, 
but  is  busied  with  the  blossoms  of  the  sugar-maples  in 
tlie  grove  outside  my  garden. 

What  a  sight  ihose  maples  present  just  now !  The 
leaves  are  only  beginning  to  burst  from  their  brown 
winter  sheathing,  but  the  tassels  of  pale  y(;llow  flowers 
hang  pendent  from  every  spray,  dancing  in  the  light 
warm  air ;  every  breath  sets  the  delicate  tliready  stalks 
in  motion,  and  the  sunbeams  brighten  the  flowers  to 
^'oid  against  the  blue  of   '     May-day  sky. 

Tnily  the  trees  are  a  sight  to  gladden  the  eye  and  to 
lift  up  the  rejoicing  heart  from  earth  to  the  throne  of 
the  glorious  God  who  has  given  such  beauty  to  His 
creatures  to  enjoy. 

"  Fiithor  of  eiirth  and  heaven,  all,  all  are  Thine! 
The  b  >undleHS  tribes  in  ocean,  air  and  plain  ; 
And  nothing  lives,  ai>d  moves,  and  breathes  in  vain ; 
Thou  art  their  miuI — the  impulse  is  divine! — 


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PEAULS   ANI)    I'EBBLLS. 


Nature  lifts  louel  to  Thee  her  happy  voice,    • 
And  callH  her  caveriiH  to  reHound  Thy  praise  ; 
Thy  name  is  heard  amid  her  pathless  ways, 

And  e'en  her  senseless  tilings  in  Thue  rejoice. 

O  Clod  I  what  homage  shall  he  pour  to  Thee, 

Whom  Thou  hast  stamped  with  immortality!" 

— Jane  Roscoe. 


This  is  a  sweet,  iiuiet  spot.  The  river,  the  bright, 
rapid  Otonabc>— the  Itidiun  word  for  "  flashintj  water 
running  fast"-  "^h  at  the  foot  of  the  grassy  slope  and 
open  grove  of  fv.-  t  ti  e  h  which  divide  my  garden  from 
its  shores.  From  olie  opj  oc  "*e  bank  the  village  cottages, 
church  spires  and  busy  factory  cast  their  shadows  on 
the  stream. 

There  is  a  murmur  of  wheels  and  rushing  rapids 
from  below  the  \nill-dam,  blended  and  softened  to  one 
harmonious  n:onoione,  ever  .singing  the  same  tuneless 
song  which  "cothe:-!  and  never  wearies  on  the  ear. 

'Tis  pleasant  to  rest  here  in  the  sunshine  and  take  in 
the  quiet  surroundings  of  the  spot.  I  had  nearly  fallen 
asleep  this  warm  morning,  when  T  was  roused  by  the 
joyous  carolling  of  the  wrens  on  the  lattice  of  the 
veranda. 

The  mother  bird  is  sitting,  and  her  faithful  mate 
comes  to  cheer  his  little  wife  with  gay  songs.  He  does 
not  .seem  to  heed  me :  he  knows  by  experience  that  I 
am  an  old  friend. 

I  have  often  thought  that  before  sin  marred  the 
harmony  of   Nature   the   birds  and  animals  were  not 


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afraid  of  man,  but  rejoiced  in  his  presence:  that  Adam 
understood  their  language,  and  they  knew  his  will, 
obeying  the  voice  of  their  master.  Now,  all  is  changed. 
The  timid  and  ilefenceless  flee  from  man,  as  from  an 
enemy.  His  presence  awakens  hatred  and  fear  in  the 
wild  denizens  of  the  forest,  while  the  roar  of  the  lion 
and  the  howl  of  the  wolf  inspire  his  dread.  It  was  not 
so  once,  and  there  is  a  proniise  that  the  old  harmony 
shall  be  restored,  when  "  the  earth  shall  be  full  of  the 
knowledge  of  the  Lord,  as  the  waters  cover  the  sea." 

Three  summers  ago  a  Black-billed  Cuckoo*  visited 
my  garden  and  made  her  shallow  nest  of  dried  roots  and 
hay  on  the  flat  branch  of  a  white  spruce,  not  moi'e  than 
six  feet  from  the  ground,  so  that  she  was  easily  seen  as 
she  sat  within  it. 

I  was  attracted  in  pa„ssing  the  tree  by  the  glitter  of 
her  large  lustrous  black  eyes,  and,  on  approaching 
nearer,  by  her  soft  rounded  head,  the  snowy  whiteness 
of  her  breast  and  her  delicate  fawn-brown  back  and 
wings.  The  silkiness  of  the  plumage  contrasted  finely 
with  the  dark  horny  bill  and  full  black  eyes. 

The  shall  jw  saucer-.shaped  nest  was  not  large  enough 
to  contain  the  long  tail,  and  it  hung  out  beyond  the 
edge. 

*  Black-billed  Cuckoo — Coccttzux  Erythrophthnlmu*  (Wils.).  Hub.— 
EuRtem  North  America,  from  Labrador  and  Manitoba  south  to  the  West 
IndicR  and  the  valley  of  the  Ama/.on  ;  west  to  the  Kocky  Mountains. 
Accidental  in  the  Britinh  IsIandH  and  Italy.  Ntut,  loosely  constructed  of 
twigs,  grass,  strips  of  bark,  leaves,  etc.,  and  placed  in  a  bush.  AV/r/s,  two  to 
five,  light  greenish-blue.— McIlwkaith,    "  Bird*  of  Ontario." 


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1 

li 

'i; 

I  had  never  been  ho  near  to  the  cuckoo  before,  and  was 
struck  by  tho  beauty  of  the  bird  and  her  wise  ways. 

On  a  movement  of  my  head  in  order  to  get  a  closer 
peep  at  the  pretty  creature,  she  became  alarmed  and 
silently  dropped  ott"  the  nest  backwards,  slyly  slipping 
out  of  sight  among  the  grass  and  herbage  below  the 
tree ;  then,  noiselessly  gliding  away,  she  reappeared  on 
a  tree  beyond  the  garden  and  uttered  a  succession  of 
loud  angry  cries,  each  a  distinct  syllable — "  Kow  !  kow  ! 
kow  !  kow  !  " — repeating  them  many  times,  as  if  to  say 
in  thi'eatening  tones,  "  How  dare  you  look  into  my  nest, 
you  big,  disagreeable  creature  !  ' 

That  was  what  she  meant ;  so,  knowing  I  was  an 
impertinent  intruder,  I  retired  to  a  little  distance  to 
allow  her  to  return  to  her  four  beautiful  pale  blue  eggs, 
pocketing  thb  affront  for  the  time,  but  often  returning 
to  take  a  furtive  peep  at  Mistress  Cuckoo  and  hear  her 
scolding  cry  of  "  Kow  !  kow  !  " 

I  had  hoped  to  make  myself  acquainted  with  the  little 
brood,  but  unluckily  the  nest  was  discov^^jd  by  some 
boys  of  bird-nesting  propensities,  or  it  may  have  been  by 
a  cat.  In  fact  I  had  my  suspicions  that  one  or  other  of 
our  own  tom-cats  may  have  been  the  culprit  that  robbed 
the  poor  cuckoo  of  her  eggs  or  newly  hatched  birds. 

^J'he  common  name  "  Rain  Crow  "  was  given  the  Black- 
billed  Cuckoo  on  account  of  her  loud,  oft-repeated  note 
being  heard  before  rain. 

There  is  another  bird  belonging  to  the  Cuckoo  family 


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05 


that  is  common  to  North  America  and  western  or 
Houthern  Ontario,  but  in  not  often  seen  to  the  north 
and  east.  This  is  the  Yellow-billed  Cuckoo  {Goccyziis 
American  ax),  a  bird  of  quiet  and  retiring  habits,  seen 
generally  in  orchards  and  in  groves  tm  the  banks  of 
rivers. 

May  'Blsl. — Another  lovely  day.  The  air  is  full  of 
sweet  soundK  and  lovely  sights.  The  young  leaves  are 
bursting  on  every  spray  of  bush  and  tree. 

Many  of  our  wild-flowers  that  did  n.t  come  forth  in 
their  usual  season,  April,  are  now  pushing  out  their 
blossoms  as  if  in  haste  to  meet  the  tardy  warmth  which 
has  been  so  long  withheld  from  the  earth  this  year.  I 
am  glad  to  see  them.     Better  late  than  never. 

In  the  woods,  under  last  year's  sheltering  bed  of 
fallen  leaves,  they  have  bloomed  because  protected  from 
the  chilling  winds;  but  here  in  the  open  bordei-s  of  my 
garden  they  are  late,  very  late.  B  .t  why  (juarrcl  with 
the  delay,  since  I  now  see  the  milk-white  stars  of  the 
Blooil-root,  so  large  and  tine,  gleaming  brightly  in  the 
gay  sunshine  this  May  morning. 

The.se  beautiful  flowei*s  improve  under  cultivation, 
and  are  double  the  size  of  those  in  tiie  grove  close  by. 

The  flowei-s  of  the  sweet  Liver-leaf  {Ifepntlca  triloba 
and  Ilepatica  rotundijioni)  are  all  out,  a  crowd  of  lovely 
starry  blossoms  of  many  hues — pink,  blue,  pale  lilac  and 
pure  white.  Delicate  in  scent,  too,  they  are.  The  new 
spring  leaves  are  unfolding,  clothed  with  shining  silk 


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PEARLS   AND    PEBBLES. 


and  Hhaded  with  a  purpliHh  cloud  in  the  centre.  They 
are  ah'eady  liidin^  the  old  withered  and  persiHtently 
clinjifinj^  foliaj^e  of  last  year,  throwing  it  off  as  a  worn- 
out  jjarinent. 

Here,  late  al.so,  is  the  Sprinjj  Beauty  {Cliiyionia  Vii  - 
(jinica),  a  trail  and  delicate  flower.  Its  pink  and  white 
tinted  and  striped  petals  hardly  look  as  if  they  could 
bear  the  cold  breath  of  early  April,  but  it  is  really 
hardy,  and  is  not  generally  afraid  of  frost.  This  is, 
however,  an  exceptional  season,  or  we  should  have  seen 
the  graceful  Dog-tooth  Violet  {Lilium  erithronium) 
showing  its  yellow  drooping  bells  ere  this  date. 

There  is  a  large  bed  of  these  flowei's  just  outside  my 
garden,  but  they  will  not  condescend  to  enter  within 
cultivated  ground,  though  I  have  often  tried  to  coax  the 
obstinate  beauties  to  take  root  with  me.  They  love 
their  free-l)orn  liberty,  and  will  have  nothing  to  do 
with  me  and  civilized  life.  They  cling  to  the  leaf-mould, 
and  the  shade  of  the  maples  and  beeches,  anil  need  the 
warm  coverlet  of  scarlet  and  orange  leaves  the  autumn 
winds  spread  over  them  ;  and  perhaps — who  shall  deny 
it  i — they  may  miss  the  companionship  of  grasses  and 
ferns  and  mosses,  or  some  native  wild-flower  that 
mingles  its  roots  and  foliage  among  their  own  richly 
spotted  leaves. 

The  name  "  Dog-tooth  Violet,"  by  which  this  fair  lily 
is  known,  is  surely  a  great  misnomer.  It  has  no  affinity 
with  the  violet.     The  first  part  of  the  name  has  been 


ANOTHER    MAY    MOUN'INf}. 


«)7 


(Itrivetl  from  the  white  pointed  bulb,  which  in  color  aiul 
shape  is  like  the  sliarp  canine  tooth  of  a  tlojj.  "  Dog- 
t<K)th  Lily  "  we  might  tolerate  as  more  correct  or  appro- 
priate. 

The  wood  ferns  are  all  unrollin;;  their  fronds.  The 
sji'iuler,  delicate  Maiden-hair  we  call  the  "  Fairv  Fern  " 
will  soon  be  fluttering  its  tender  leaflets  like  the  young 
birds  in  the  wood  si't  free  of  the  parent  nest. 

Just  now  a  flash  of  glorious  color  darted  pjist  me,  and 
I  recognized  at  a  glance  the  gorgeous  plumage  of  the 
Baltimore  Oriole — gold,  searlet-orange  an<l  purply  black 
in  varied  contrasts.  Beautiful  is  it  beyond  compare  with 
any  of  our  summer  visitors,  atid  among  our  native  birds 
it  has  no  peer. 

The  Baltimore  is  indeed  "  a  thing  of  beauty  and  a  joy 
forever."  Once  seen  it  is  never  forgotten.  How  eagerly 
the  eye  follows  its  swift  flight  I  But  it  is  shy,  and  while 
we  long  for  a  second  sight  it  is  gone.  It  will  not  tarry 
to  indulge  us;  it  knows  not  the  delight  its  presence 
gives  us,  and  is  hastening  to  join  its  mate.  She,  in  her 
sobt;r,  modest  dress  of  olive  and  brown,  is  no  doubt  as 
attractive  in  his  eyes  as  he  is  to  her  in  all  his  gay 
plumes  of  scarlet  and  gold. 

The  Indians,  in  their  expressive  language,  call  the 
Baltimore  Oriole  "  Fire  Bird,"  while  the  more  prosaic 
scttlera  call  it  "  Hang  Bird,'  from  its  pendent  nest,  a 
name  more  fitting  to  its  habits,  but  less  poetical  and 
descriptive  of  the  bird  it  'df  than  the  Indian  name. 


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I'EARLS   AND    PEBHLES. 


The  nest  of  the  Oriole  is  a  curious  piece  of  workman- 
ship, eoinpoHC'd  of  all  sorts  of  thready  materials,  picked 
up  in  all  kinds  of  odd  places,  even  in  busy  streets  where 
no  one  would  suppose  so  shy  a  bird  would  ever  venture 
to  appear. 

I  have  in  my  possession  a  wonderful  specimen  of  an 
Oriole  s  nest,  taken  from  the  branch  of  an  acacia  tree  in 
front  of  a  dry  j^oods  store  in  a  busy,  populous  town. 
The  nest  is  made  of  a  nuiss  of  strings,  pack  thread, 
whip  cord,  cotton  warp  and  woollen  yarn.  All  these 
materials  are  most  skilfully  woven  together  in  a  regular 
network,  and  form  a  lar^e  soft  elastic  pui-se-shaped 
bajjf  with  a  round  opening  in  one  side.  The  nest  was 
suspended  from  the  end  of  the  liouyh  by  strings  care- 
fully fjistened  to  it,  and  dan^linj;  from  this  curious 
hanj^inj;  cradle  is  a  lon^  piece  of  string,  to  which  is 
attached  a  lar^e  somewhat  rusted  packinjj  needle, 
threailed,  as  if  it  had  been  used  by  the  ingenious  little 
wor' er  in  the  manufacture  of  the  baj^,  and  there  left. 
All  the  materials  had  been  j^athered  up  from  the  sweep- 
ings of  the  store,  collected  bit  by  bit,  but  at  what  time 
is  a  (juestion  unanswere«l. 

So  splendid  a  bird  as  the  Baltimore  Oriole  pickinj^  up 
rags  and  odds  ajid  ends  in  a  public  thoroughfare  one 
would  think  could  hardly  have  escaped  the  eyes  of  men 
and  Itoys,  if  done  in  noon-day ;  but  there  is  a  hidden 
wisdom  possessed  l)y  God's  little  ones,  and  it  strikes  me 
that  the  work  was  done,  and  well  done,  too,  in  the  earlv 


ANOTHER   MAY    MORNING. 


69 


hours  of  the  dawn.  Before  the  earliest  laborer  was 
astir,  going  forth  to  his  work,  this  little  builder  was 
busv  at  hers. 

The  Baltimore  is  not  the  only  bird  that  might  be 
I'lilled  a  weaver.  There  are  many  foreign  birds  remark- 
!il>le  for  their  ingenuity  in  such  work.  The  little  Taylor 
Hird,  wiiich  sews  two  leaves  together  as  with  a  needle 
jind  thread,  is  one  of  these  wonderful  bird  architects. 

Here  at  my  door  is  another  of  my  little  friends,  the 
Chestnut-crownetl  Sparrow,  of  which  1  have  already 
spoken  in  the  preceding  chapter.  This  familiar,  social 
little  bird  is  one  of  the  earliest  to  make  its  appearance 
iiliout  our  homes  and  gardens,  and  is  always  welconte. 
It  is  as  friendly  in  its  ways  as  the  dear  robin  used  to  be 
in  the  Old  Country,  and  we  reward  it  by  treating  it  to 
crumbs  from  the  table  and  any  dainty  little  scraps  that 
nre  at  hand. 

It  is  the  very  smallest  of  our  birds — the  smallest,  I 
think,  of  all  the  many  species  of  the  sparrow  family — 
nil' I  is  so  harndess  and  useful  that  it  has  many  friends. 
A  gentle,  kindly  little  creatun?,  it  hops  conHdiiigly  about 
our  pathways  and  on  the  verandas,  evidently  in  full 
contidt'uce  of  being  welcome  at  all  times. 

Tiie  name  "  ('hi[)j)ing  Sparrow.'  wliieli  is  often  applied 
to  it,  arises  from  its  weak  note,  "  Chip,  chip."  Sometimes 
it  rai.ses  a  cheerful  littli;  attempt  at  a  song,  Imt  the  effort 
does  not  amount  to  nnicli. 

The  nMldi.sh  spot  on  its  head  is  an  unmistakable  mark 
6 


lll;f 


lilfi 


70 


I'EAHLS   AND   PEHHLES. 


of  the  Species.  Its  ramiliar,  friendly  haliits  diHtiiif^uisli 
tliis  imuM't'iit  little  l»ir<l  from  any  of  the  rest  of  the  many 
sparrows  that  visit  us  during  the  hreedin^  season,  and 
we  hail  its  arrival  as  aniont:  the  earliest  harl)in^erH  of 


Hprinj;. 


TIk'V  tt'll  IIS  timt  winter,  cold  winter,  i>*  pHHt, 
An<l  s|irin<^,  jnvuly  Hpring,  is  nrriving  lU  liiHt. 


This  tiny  visitoi  eomes  heforethe  swallow  ventures  to 
try  her  Mirowy  winLfs  in  the  capricious  air  of  our  April 
weather.  III  liriiiht  sniniy  March  davs,  while  the  snow 
is  yet  on  the  nroim,].  its  j)leasant  little  note  is  heard, 
and  it  is  ol'li-n  sei-n  in  company  with  the  juncos,  with 
which  it  iissiieiiites  in  n  friendly  manner,  th«'  llocUs 
min;jlin;.i'  to;;i'tlier  in  cniiinion,  pieUinjf  np  seeds  that  lie 
scattered  t>n  the  snifnec  of  tin-  snow. 

'riie\-  ;ire  <il  wide  dist riI)ntion,  l)eintr  found  all  throuirh 
eastern  North  .Vinerien.  Iieyond  the  Hocky  .Moinitains 
westwjtiil  iind  ''\iii  lis  I'jir  northerly  as  the  (ii-eat  Slave 
L;d<e.  lt>  nist  is  sim|ily  constrncted  of  tine  drietl 
^rass,  a  few  ntnt  tihres,  ct»w  s  hair,  jind  maylu'  a  featln'r 
oi-  two.  Iinilt  in  suinc  low  Im.sh  near  the  j^round.  The 
(•<r<rs  are  a  I'ale  liinisli  jjfeen,  three  or  foin-  in  nnmher. 

Another  wileoiiie  friend  is  the  Canadian  llohin,*  as 
he  is  coiiimiiiiK  <'iilled  :  Imt  he  is  onl\-  an  innni;;rant.  A 
few  Venture  t  >  winter  with  us,  hidden,  as  we  su])pose, 
under  the  eoveit  of  the  thick  fortist,  hut  they  are  seldom 
seen. 

*  Till'  Am  rlciii  Itoliiii    M(fitlii  Afliinitoflii  (Iauu.). 


ANOTHEK   MAY    MOKXINO. 


71 


Though  he  hears  the  familiar  name  of  nihin,  he  in  not 
u  n;al  repre.sentati\'e  of  the  "  hoiisehoM  hinl  with  the 
Vi'A  HtonuichiT,"  JUS  one  of  our  old  divines  calls  the 
Kn^^dish  redbreast,  yet  the  name  serves  to  recall  to  the 
Canadian  innni;^rant,  in  his  far-ofi'  wilderness,  the 
lioniely  little  bird  that  so  fearlessly  entered  open  <l(ior 
or  window  as  a  familial-  ;;uest,  loved  and  chei'ishe«l  by 
man,  woman  and  child  alike.  The  little  liird  that  hops 
iiltoiit  their  path  and  carols  ;jaily  at  their  sid<'  when 
nil  the  othei- sonj^st«'rs  are  silent  or  Imve  left  for  fairer 
tlinies  and  fniittul  Helds,  holds  a  warm  place  in  every 
heart. 

The  retlbreast  is  held   saered  ;    even   the   villa;;e   boy, 

when  ont  bird-nestin;j  in  ^roxf  or  fit-Id,  woidd  not  touch 

till'  iit'st  of  the  sittinj;  bird  nor  hui-t  tin-  tinv  lli-dirlin"s. 

llnw often,  as  a  child,  ha\c  I  heard  the  SiiHblk  distich 

linni  till-  li|is  of  the  country  peasant  boy  : 

•-'I'lic  ruliiii  .nul  (111!  tliiity  vvivii 
.\jt!  (tod  .Miiii^'hly's  cmk  liiid  liuii  " — 

n  nidf  rhyme,  but  spokt-u  with  ifM-ri-nce  by  the  simple 
lad,  and  j^ood  in  its  teacliin;,''  I'ur  lli-  hariidess  birds 
saf.'ty. 

The  American  Koliin  is  not  a  tt-Uf  thrush,  lait  is  a 
iir.n-  relative  to  those  sweet  suny;sl(.'rs,  the  Mcrlf  and  tin- 
Mavis.  He  is  one  of  the  first  of  our  early  visitants, 
hii'ore  tin*  snows  of  midwintf,-  Iia\e  (|uitc  melted,  lie 
eniiK's  across  the  St.  I.,awrent'e  at  dillerent  points,  and 
spreads  throuf^h  the  country  on  tin-  lodkout  f<»i-  a  favor- 


n 


FEAKLS  AND  PEBBLES. 


able  seltleniMiit  wl)ore  he  aud  his  future  spouse  unci 
family  may  make  themselves  a  comfortable  houic  for 
the  loujj  summer  days  to  come. 

The  male  birds  come  before  the  females,  and  in  small 
parties,  I  think,  as  it  is  usual  to  see  four  or  more  of 
them  near  each  other  in  the  fields  and  gardens.  It  speaks 
well  for  tlie  domestic  hai'inony  of  their  lives,  this  look- 
ing out  for  the  future  comfort  of  their  partners,  and  a 
good  example  for  our  y«>ung  men  to  follow  before  taking 
to  theuiselves  wives.  Commend  me  to  the  wisdom  of 
Mister  Robin. 

TluTc  is  great  rejoicing  when  the  Ixjvy  of  young 
female^,  come  osi'V  tluj  iiordei'-land,  followed  i»y,  1  am 
sorry  U)  say,  a  gcMxl  deal  of  Hg'»ting  before  nuitrimonial 
arrangements  are  completed. 

1  rather  think  that  our  uiale  robin.'-  iielp  to  construct 
the  large  unsightly  nest,  or  at  any  rate  a.ssist  in  bring- 
ing the  materials — sticks,  roots,  drie<l  grass-stalks,  .straw 
and  other  such  coai'se  matter.  'I'he  walls  insidt;  ar" 
jdastered  with  day,  not  very  neatly — in  fact,  it  isalnjut 
as  tine  as  a  chopper's  shanty,  rough  and  ready,  l)ut  serves 
its  |)urpo.se  as  a  nursery  /ni>  (on.  fy  *hv  young  bird.s. 

If  we  examine  the  ne^.ts  of  some  nf  tlie  smaller  birds — 
th«^  linches,  for  instance — and  notice  the  beauty  of  sti'uc- 
ture,  the  smoothne.s,s  of  linish,  the  synnnetry  of  form, 
the  softne.ss  and  delicacy  of  tin;  interior— no  rouglnie.ss 
nor  hardness  in  the  material,  all  loose  threads  tucked  in 
80  neatly — and  then  think  of  the  tools  the  little  builders 


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78 


have*  had  tt)  work  with,  well   may  we  Ikj  filled   with 
adiniration  ami  astoiUHhinent. 

'lake  the  nest  of  the  {goldfinch,  and  then  Hee  what  the 
little  creature  lias  at  her  coniniand.  Oidy  a  tiny  awl- 
like l)ill,  which  must  answer  for  knife  or  scissors  to  cut 
and  clii)  her  l»uildin<;  material ;  the  claws  on  two  tin}' 
lect,  for  thout,'h  we  do  not  know  how  she  us«'s  them,  a 
^'reat  deal  of  the  work  must  fall  to  their  share  ;  a  soft 
n)Uiide<l  hreast  with  which  to  mould  and  shape  and 
smooth  the  cu[)like  structure  till  it  ae(|uircs  the  exact 
cii'cund'erence  and  size  lUMMJcd  for  the  aceonnno<lat(m 
of  five  little  e^j^^s,  and  later  on  tivc^  little  birds  that  are 
to  l)e  fed  and  cjired  for  until  such  time  as  the  parents 
jud;;e  they  may  l)e  safely  left  to  shift  for  themselves. 

This  nest  is  as  perfect  as  if  the  most  skilful  Inunls 
and  the  most  delicate  finders  had  j»ut  the  finishinj^ 
touches  to  it  and  the  most  criti(!al  artistic  eyes  had 
overl(M)ked  the  Iniildiuf^ — if,  indeed,  any  Inunan  skill 
could  construct  it,  even  with  all  the  apj)liance8  of 
modern  knowledge. 

In  most  instimees  it  is  the  female  hird  who  takes  upon 
licrself  the  lahor  of  Ituildintj  the  nest.  This  is  a  lalK)r 
of  love,  and  the  bird  puts  forth  all  the  rner<;ies  (tf  her 
iiattUH!  and  all  the  skill  with  which  she  is  inspired,  to 
apcon»plish  her  work  well. 

Having  the  .stereotyped  pattern  rea<ly,  she  .se«'ks  a 
suitable  place  and  lays  the  foundation  as  any  builder 
would  do.    She  leathers  materia!  bit  by  bit,  the  stron^oHt 


y 


I 


74 


I'EAUI-S    AND    I'KHULFX 


ami  inoHt  suhstantijil  first.  Sin*  st'lcctH  or  rrjcct.s  this 
(tr  tlmt,  uccordiii,;'  to  ln'r  |iliiii  aiwl  thi'  order  to  he  oh- 
HtTvod — wool  that  the  thorns  and  hiishrs  have  i'au};;ht 
from  the  sht'cp  ami  laiiil)s:  hair  that  cow  or  hoi'sr  has 
h't  Tall:  i^wy  liclu'iis  iiichrd  from  a  wall,  ami  tfndc)' 
j^rrt'ii  moss  from  a  fallcii  trt'c.  Takiii;;  here  a  hit  and 
thrri'  a  morsfl.  to  j;ivc  str<'n;,'th  or  elasticity,  m-cdful 
wai'mth  oi"  softness,  she  weaves  all  to^^ether  a<!cordinj^ 
to  tin-  family  pattern.  Ilirds  are  very  conservative,  and 
deviate  very  little  from  the  ancestral  form  or  ty])e  of 
architecture. 

Ah,  here  is  one  of  Nature's  mysteries!  Who  tau;;ht 
the  little  hird  huilder  and  upholstej'ei'  to  u.se  the  .sjime 
materials,  to  shaiie  her  nest  (|»ossil»ly  the  vei-y  tii'stone) 
to  the  exact  si/e  and  |tatteiii,  to  line  it  iiisidi'  just  like 
the  out-  her  mother  and  all  the  in'oMfiuch  family  had 
ma«h^  centuries  hefore  she  came  into  the  world  ^  So  like 
JH  it  thai*  no  coiuitry  lad  seein<;  it  woiijd,  ever  mistake  it 
for  that  of  a  rohin  or  a  hlackhii'd  or  a  yellow-hannuer, 
hearing,  as  it  does,  in  its  construction,  the  unniistakable 
tnule-mark  of  this  pariicular  little  architect. 

Are  not  thcc  thin^is.  simi)Ie  as  they  may  aj»|)ear, 
worthy  of  i)ur  attt-ntion  ^  .May  they  not  lead  us  from 
the  nesK  t)f  the  little  liin!  and  her  ways  to  the  throuo 
of  the  ^reat  All-wise  (lod.  who  has  implanted  in  llis 
Hmallest  cH'atnres  a  wisdom  that  hattles  the  reason  of 
tho  v»  itv  At  of  I'll  i;  to  tniderstar.  1  and  exj)lain  i*     Truly 

"  Tlmru  11    tfiirhiiij^H  in  oco'id,  wirth  and  iiir; 
Thp  iieftvi'11.4  thu  1(1' iPy  "f  < iinl  lUolaro." 


ANtnilEll  MAV   Mtmxixj;. 


75 


|)i(l  not  our  Lord,  in  whom  the  IuIiichh  of  wisdom 
dwelt,  point  out  to  His  di.scij>lfs  Irssons  !(»  Ix-  loirncd 
iVom  the  HowtTH  ol'  t\\v.  titdil  and  tin-  liirds  of  tlu*  air  ^ 
Wf  It'll!'!!  f!'0!H  thfiii  |t('i-f('et  olM'<li('nn'  to  His  will  and 
dt'|uu>d('nc»'  on  His  ear»' :  u!iHcltisli  dt-votion,  fiwan  ilicii- 
(•ai'«^  for  tlu'ir  ort's|)i'in;^' :  |M'i'st'\t'!'aiic<'.  t'oi-ftlioiitflit  a!id 
indiisti'V,  fi'om  their  (•tro!'t.s  i!i  olttainiii;;  food  fo!'  the 
Hustenance  of  their  helpless  family  ;  unity  of  pui-pose. 
IVo!ii  tli<'  ;;i'enai-i(ins  hii'ds  who  !iiovr  in  l!o<'ks  aetuated 
liy  one  will  in  their  tli;;ht  to  distant  ilimes;  oj-dei-.  dis- 
cipline, and  obedience  to  their  lejider.  us  in  a  well-di-ilh'd 
army  on  th(!  !March.  Watch  the  moMineiits  (»f  a  Hock 
of  wild-fowl  o!i  the  winj^  to  s«r,iie  fai-awav  l)ri'edin;; 
;,fround  :  there  is  discipli!ie  a!id  pi'o!iipt  nlu'dience.  an 
e\  ide!it  plan  and  conti'ollinji;  pown  W  i-  lieai  !iot  the 
\vo!'d  of  comma!id,  we  Unow  lot  the  siy^nals  ;;:i\en,  hut 
we  can  see  thei'e  is  a  I'ldiii;;  pdwei  ic;^qilati!i^'  every 
(•ha!i;;e  i!i  the  host,  and  that  there  a!'e  !io  !-elielM  in  the 
H!iiiy. 


m 


MORI-:    AIK)L:T    MY    FICATHI-RED 
FRir^NDS. 


**  N<»\v  out  III  u'liuilliiiid  cii|isu  and  fnvur, 
Dius  till*  Hiiiiiinor  hh  died  tliti  s|ii'iiif{, 
Ami  diiys  of  dfli^lit  for  lovur  luiil  lovur, 

And  IiuiIn  tliat  liloHHiini  and  liirds  tliat  Hin^; 
And  Mciiitliwai'd  nvcr  nur  inland  hvhh 
llavL'  vaiuMliud  tliu  liinninin«-liird  and  the  Iiuuh  ; 
Fli)ft  on  tilt'  lilaHt  tint  duiid  luavoH  liovor; 
liCind  in  tlm  fmust  tlm  axi'-sirnkoH  riiig." 

(\  r.  Midianey. 


Tin;    I'INK   fiKosMKAK. 

AmoN(i  the  lew  sjM'cit's  ol"  l)ir<l,s  that  lin^'or  ii»  our  cold 
cUnmtc  in  tin-  shfltcr  of  the  pine  rort'sts  and  cetlur 
Hwaiii|i.s,  is  the  I'iiir  (JroHhcak  {l^cnicoLa  Knxtclexitor). 

Ijiki!  tlio  ('nwshill  ((hirvivstnt)  ho  is  a  hnivc,  hardy 
tVllow,  ami  of  a  sociahlc  natm-t'.  lie  is  asually  met 
witli  ill  parties  uf  from  live  or  nix  to  oij^ht ;  probably 


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it  is  the  ixiicrfamil'uta  who  leads  tlie  flock,  tho  spring  or 
HUiniiior  hatch. 

Ill  our  winter  ^aniens,  and  in  groves  whore  there  are 
evergreens,  halsani-Hrs,  spruce  and  cedars,  the  pine 
grosbeaks  may  be  seen  busily  searching  for  seeils  and 
insects,  scattering  showers  from  the  dry  cones  they  tear 
asunder,  it  may  be,  lor  the  seeds  or  for  the  hiddtin  larvne 
of  the  pine-destroying  Ha/itrslinnH  with  which  many 
species  of  the  cone-l)earing  trees  are  infested.  The  larch 
and  spruce  are  destroyetl  by  the  larvje  of  the  Saw-Hy, 
and  tho  spruce  particularly  by  the  Bud- moth. 

Tho  groslKjak  is  a  handsome  bird  when  in  full 
phnnage.  The  rich  cinnamon-brown,  varying  in  shades, 
of  the  f(!males  and  young  birds,  though  fine,  is  not  com- 
parable to  the  dark  crim.son,  shaded  to  black,  of  the 
older  male  birds.  In  si/e  the  full-grown  birds  are  as 
large,  or  nearly  as  large,  as  an  English  blackbird  or 
thrush. 

The  thick  bill  murks  the  family  of  the  grosbeaks,  of 
which  tlu!  Knglish  bulltinch  also  is  one.  This  form  of 
the  bill  is  very  well  stiited  to  the  food  of  the  bird, 
consisting  MS  it  does  of  hard  luitty  berries,  juniper  and 
red  cedar,  and  the  seeds  of  the  cone-lxjaring  trees.  This 
seems  to  Ixs  more  esj)ecially  his  winter  billof-fare,  for  in 
the  autumn  the  berries  of  the  mountain  ash  are  eagerly 
sought  anti  i-vidently  enjoyed. 


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I'EAKLS   AND    I'KHMLES. 


TIIK.   SCAULKT   TAN'ACJKIt. 

'I'lio  Scarlet  'riiiiii;;*'!'  {PiranffK  Ki'i/tl.rovu'las)  is 
anotlici-  lii'iliiaiit  liiivl.  Tlir  [ikUuiih  and  the  (>I<1  srttld'H 
ill  ( 'aiuulii  call  it  the  "  War  Hir<l,"  ln'cauH*',  they  say,  it 
was  not  seen  <in  tliis  side  oi'  Lakr  Ontai'iu,  nor  on  tlu3 
St  jjiwrcnee,  till  attt-r  the  closf  of  the  war  l«'tw«'<'n 
(Jri'at  Britain  an<l  the  Tnitcd  Stati's,  in  IMI'2-14,  not 
nntil  jM'acL'  was  fstaiilisluMJ. 

Till'  country,  liowcNcr,  was  hut  spar.sdy  inhabited 
ln't'orc  that  date,  and  it  is  proliahlc  there  were  not  many 
aiuon;,j  the  settlers  who  wotild  take  nnich  n<jte  of,  or  any 
particidar  interest  in,  theconiiny;  and  p>in;^'  of  the  hirds. 
'rho\iu;h  much  reliance  cannot  he  placed  on  such  trmli- 
tions,  yet  one  often  chances  to  <;lean  intei'cstinj;  facts 
from    theui.     The    old    settlers    in    tlu^     hush    and    the 


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iid'orniation  ahout  the 


hirds  when  I  lirst  came  to  the  Colony.  The  natural 
liistory  of  the  Dominion  had  not  then  attracted  the 
attention  of  writers  to  any  extent. 

To  ,si'e  this  now  rai'i;  hir<l.  the  Scarlet  Tana;;er,  one 
niust  ;,;o  hack  into  the  lonely  forest  settlementH,  as  he 
(loe.s  not  atl'ect  the  vicinity  of  towns  and  villa;,n's,  hut 
L'cluHion   of  tlm  ipiiet   wootis,   far   from   the 


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noisy  ImuntH  of  men.  In  the  silent  depths  of  the  for<!Ht 
hJH  nest  is  Hccure  from  the  acquisitive  hoy  and  the 
prowling  cat. 

During;  my  tirst  year's  residence  in  the  Douro  hack- 


MOUK    AIUH  T    MY    TKATHKUKh    IRIKNDS. 


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woods,    I   UHt'd  to  wiitch   t'ii;j[«']"ly  for  the  appi'iiraiic*'  of 


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these  hfjiutiful  scarlet  hinls.  The  l)hu-k  featl 
\viii}^s  aii<l  tail  form  a  tine  contrast  to  the  Itrij^ht  phnna^e 
of  the  neck  and  hack.  As  the  woods  are  cleareij  away 
\\r  lose  Mianv  of  oin-  snmnier  visitors  from  tlie  otiier 
side  of  the  lakes. 

The  tana;^er  s  nest  is  ma<le  of  strips  of  hass  and  fine 
id(»tlets  woven  to;,'etlier  and  fastened  seoirely  to  a 
liianch  where  no  rude  winds  can  shake  it  There  tlie\- 
hatch  their  little  hroods,  and,  as  soon  as  the  youn^  Itirds 
!ire  fitted  for  the  chMn;,;e,  (piietly  depart,  tlii'ii'  dazzling 
lultes  l»ein<;  no  more  seen  ;^dancin;^  amony^  the  <lark 
shades  of  the  forest.  So  peacefully  do  our  "  war  liirds  ' 
coiiie  and  ^o. 

One  day,  some  years  a^'o,  I  met  an  Indian  with  a 
deiid  liird  in  his  hand,  which  l»y  its  thick  short  hill  1 
reeo;;ni/ed  as  one  of  tin;  i^rosheak  family,  hut  nidike 
any  of  those  hirds  1  had  hefore  .seen,  tju;  pale  whitish 
plnma;;!!  of  its  hrea-st  hein^^  dashed  with  crim.son  spots, 
Just  as  if  its  throat  liad  l»een  cut  and  the  drops  of  hlood 
had  fallen  in  an  inv^ulai'  shower  on  the  hi'east. 

I  asked  fndian  Peter  the  nanie  of  tlie  hird.  With  the 
custom. iry  j)rolo<^ue  of  "  IVh!"  a  ^(nttural  .sort  of 
expres'ion,  he  replied,  "Indian  call  hird  cut-throat'; 
see  him  hreast!"  thus  calling;  my  attention  to  the  sinjfular 
red  marks  I  jiad  noticed,  and  at  the  same 
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who  wanted  it  as  a  specimen,  and  who  was  a  clever 
taxidermist. 

I  could  gain  no  further  information  from  Peter,  nor 
have  I  ever  seen  another  specimen  of  the  bird  with  this 
descriptive  name.  1  have,  however,  since  found  in  a 
lately  published  work,  "  The  Birds  of  Ontario,"  by 
Thomas  Mcllwraith,  already  quoted,  that  the  dress  of 
i/he  female  grosbeak  is  a  pale  whitish-grey,  and  it 
strikes  me  that  this  may  have  been  a  hen-bird  but 
partially  colored,  or  a  male  bird  not  in  full  dress. 

While  speaking  of  my  Indian  friend  Peter  I  recall  a 
little  scene  which  took  place  in  the  post-office  at  Gore's 
Landing,  at  that  time  a  general  rendezvous  for  both 
busy  folk  and  idlers.  As  is  usual  in  country  places,  the 
office  was  also  a  store,  and  was  kept  by  the  gentleman 
before  alluded  to  as  a  collector  of  birds,  etc.  The  Indian 
hunters  were  his  best  customers,  trading  their  furs  and 
game  for  tobacco,  groceries  and  other  necessaries. 

Peter  was  a  picturesque  figure  as  he  mai'ched  into  the 
store,  gun  in  hand,  and  clad  in  his  blanket-coat  and  red 
sash,  especially  as  drawn  through  this  red  sash  hung  a 
beautiful  Hawk-owl.* 

Everyone  exclaimed,   "  What  a  beauty  ! "    but    Peter, 

taking  it  from  his  sash,  flung  it  on  the  counter  with  a 

word  that  did  not  sound  at  all  nice. 

"  Why,  Peter  !  "  said  Major  St.   Q ,  "  what's  the 

matter  ?  " 


*American  Hawk-owl— SwrHtn  Ulula. 


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"  Ugh  !  Shoot  no  more*  hawk-owl,  nor  eagle  ;  no 
more  again.     He  like  to  kill  me  !  " 

Then,  becoming  a  little  less  excited,  he  gave  the 
history  of  his  trouble  in  tolerably  good  English,  for 
Peter  was  Indian  only  on  the  mother's  side. 

"  I  went  out  shoot  something  in  woods  for  dinner. 
Xo  partridge,  no  scjuirrel,  no  hare.  See  mister  hawk- 
owl  on  branch  in  cedar-swamp — shoot  him.  Guess 
William  Brown  here  give  me  something  good  for  hawk- 
owl.  Stuff,  you  know.  Pick  him  up,  draw  him  through 
sash,  carry  him  so.  By  and  by  hawk-owl,  him  not 
(lead,  him  get  alive  again — stick  him  beak  and  cla^^s  in 
my  back.  By  Jove,  I  sing  out !  Couldn't  get  beak  out 
oF  my  back-bone.  I  keep  yell  loud,  till  brother  John  he 
come.  Hawk  he  hold  on.  No  get  him  let  go.  John  he 
say,  '  Cut  him's  head  oft','  and  it  hard  work  then  to  get 
him  beak  out  of  my  back.  I  swear,  I  never  shoot 
liawk-owl,  no,  nor  eagle,  no  more." 

Poor  Peter,  I  do  not  think  he  (juite  approved  at  first 
of  tlie  peals  of  laughter  Avith  which  his  story  was 
received.  It  certainly  was  very  droll  and  greatly 
•  liverted  his  unsympathetic  auditors. 

However,  Peter  was  comforted  by  a  small  gift  and  a 


[)lug  of  tobacco  from  the  Major. 


THE    BLt'EBIRD. 

As  the  redbreast  is  to  the  British  Isles,  so  is  the  blue- 
bird   to    the    Americans.     It    is    often   spoken   of    as 


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PEARLS  AND    PEBBLES. 


"  Wilson's  Bluebird,"  becauSe  of  that  ornitholoifist's  par- 
tiality for  it,  and  it  is  ever  clierished  and  protected  from 
wanton  injury.  It  is,  however,  less  frequently  seen 
now  in  the  inland  settlements  north  of  tlie  great  lakes 
than  in  former  years. 

Its  song  is  soft  and  varied,  and  its  lovely  cerulean 
blue  color  delights  and  charms  the  eye  as  it  flits  among 
the  trees  in  our  groves  and  gardens. 

Its  nest  is  placed  low  witli  us  and  is  not  very  care- 
fully concealed — so  kindly  is  this  sweet  bird  treated  in 
its  American  home  that  it  is  unsuspicious  of  danger 
when  paying  its  summer  visits  to  us. 

Mr.  Mcllwraith  savs  tliat  the  immitxrant  Eiip-lish 
sparrows  are  to  hiam  >  I'or  tlu.'  increasing  rarity  of  the 
bluebirds'  visits  to  tlii'ir  old  haunts,  and  closes  liis 
charming  book  with  a  (|Uotati()ii  from  Wilson's  lines  in 
praise  of  his  favorite  bird. 


THE    CAXAD.V    ,I.\Y.* 

If  an  Indian  hound  intrudes  into  the  house,  his 
master  dismisses  him  with  the  woi'ds,  "  Wis-ka-geen," 
which  mean,  "  Get  out,  lazy  fellow,"  and  the  Indian 
name  for  that  bold,  troublesome  liird,  the  Canada  Jay, 
the  pest  of  the  lumberer's  camp  in  the  North-West,  is 
very   similar,    "  Wu^-ka-Tjav."     This  the    Hud.,on   Baj' 

•'I'll'  i',  i.nn'\i\.  ,)ny~Pi'ri^orciis  Canadcnuis.      Iiulian  name,  "  TVis-ka 
TJc'.n.  "  ■"  Wliiskcy  .lat-k." 


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folks    have    turned   into   the   more    familiar   sound   of 
"  Whiskey  John  "  or  "  Whiskey  Jack." 

This  daring  bird  comes  of  a  doubtful  race,  not  very 
distantly  related  to  the  jays,  crovvs,  magpies  and  some 
other  noisy  and  not  altogether  reputable  characters,  and 
is  himself  a  sort  of  free])Ooter,  not  famed  for  his  strict 
regard  for  the  rights  of  ineitni  and  tuum.  In  the  words 
oF  an  old  Hnda'm  Bay  trapper,  lie  is  "  a  nateral-born 
tliief." 

He  is,  indeed,  a  free-and-easy  sort  of  fellow.  Wiien 
iKjt  stealing  he  is  as  full  of  idle  mi.schiel"  as  a  school- 
boy, nor  has  he  any  beauty  ol'  appearance  to  make  u[) 
for  his  bad  qualities. 

My  first  acijuaintance  with  these,  to  me,  strange  l»irds 
commenced  at  the  house  of  my  hospitable  friends,  the 
Stewarts,  of  Auburn,  where  I  was  always  a  welc<Jine 
guest. 

On  one  occasion  my  liusbaud  and  1  were  detainrd 
there  for  two  days  by  a  very  heavy  snow-storm  iind 
subsecjuent  high  winds  and  deep  drifts. 

After  breakfast  Mr.  Stewart  opened  a  window  which 
faced  the  river  below  the  house,  the  rapid  Otonabee,  at 
that  time  bounded  on  the  opposite  shore  by  a  dense 
I  o  rest. 

lunnediately  on  a  signal  whistle  being  giv^en,  a  paii"  of 
"  whiskey  jacks "  flew  across  the  river  to  the  open 
window.  Mr.  Stewart  had  previously  placed  a  small 
board,  with  one  end  resting  on  the  window  sill  and  tlui 


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PEARLS  AND   PEBBLES. 


other  supported  by  the  edge  of  the  table,  from  which 
the  breakfast  dishes  had  not  yet  been  removed.  The 
board  thus  formed  a  bridge  for  the  accommodation  of  the 
bold  pair.     Up  they  marched,  and,  like  the  little  foxes, 

"  Very  soon  they  were  both  at  work, 
Waiting  neither  for  knife  nor  fork." 

Potatoes,  crumbs  of  bread  and  scraps  of  meat  vanished 
t|uickly  ;  bones  were  dexterously  picked,  nothing  seemed 
to  r  ~  amiss,  and  as  soon  as  the  feast  was  over  away 
flew  the  "  whiskey  jacks,"  back  to  the  shelter  of  the 
v/oods  to  preen  their  feathers  as  they  sat  on  the  grey 
branch  of  an  old  oak  tree  that  stretched  its  leafless  arms 
over  the  cold  but  still  unfrozen  waters  of  the  river. 

"  These  birds  arc  as  full  of  frolic  as  little  children," 
said  our  host ;  "  by  and  by  they  will  be  over  again  in 
the  back-yard  picking  up  any  bits  they  see  and  take  a 
fancy  to,  chasing  any  article  that  may  be  blowing  about 
in  the  wind  and  playing  with  it  as  any  puppies  would 
do." 

While  the  birds  had  been  enjoying  their  breakfast 
on  the  table,  I  had  been  taking  notice  of  their  plumage. 
It  WHS  of  a  dusky  slate-grey,  loosely  set  and  hairy,  the 
neck  and  head  a  shade  darker,  with  a  dirty  yellowish 
white  ring  around  the  neck  :  there  was  some  white,  too, 
on  the  under  part  of  the  breast  and  tail.  The  latter  was 
long  and  kept  in  constant  motion,  the  bird,  as  he 
walked,  flirting  it  up  and  down  with  a  would-be  careless 


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air,  wliicli,  to<fether  with  the  (juick  f^^aiicinji^,  mischit'vous 
(■x{)i'es.sion  of  the  eye,  ^ave  a  peculiar  character  to  his 
coiinterr.i.'te,  and  marked  him  as  a  l)ol<l,  (hirinjj,  yet  sly, 
uiiscruriil(-ns  fellow,  caring  for  nobody  but  his  own 
audacious  self. 

I  was  so  ii  'ich  anuised  by  the  sauciness  of  tiie  pair  of 
North-Westers  >'  sitors  from  the  far-ofi'  fur  country  of 
the  Hudson  Ba_\  .  rrit(jries,  or  the  northern  parts  of  the 
Rocky  Mountain!-,  that  I  said  to  our  host,  "  I  wish  these 
droll  birds  would  pay  our  clearing;  a  \isit." 

Mr.  Stewart  lauo-hed,  and  said,  "  1 11  send  them  up. 
Look  out  tor  tliem."' 

And,  strangle  to  say,  the  day  after  our  return  home,  as 
if  the  cunning"  fellows  had  heard  and  understood  what 
had  j)assed,  there  they  were  hopping  about  at  the  back 
duor,  wagging  their  tails  and  ])icking  among  the  newly 
swept  snow  and  debris  in  their  usual  free  and  easy  style. 

Of  coui'se  every  attention  was  paid  to  our  visitors  in 
giving  them  food.  They  made  many  trips  to  the  stable 
and  barnyard,  antl  having  fully  satisfieil  their  curio.sity 
and  ac(iuired  a  knowledge  of  the  establishment,  they 
came  to  the  garden  and  there  anuised  themsfhfs  with  a. 
pii'ce  of  rag  they  had  discovei'ed  somewhere  about  the 
|)i'enuses,  of  which  they  made  a  line  plaything.  They 
tore  it  into  shreds,  and  carrviim'  them  to  the  uai'den 
fence,  hung  them  on  the  pickets,  turning  and  twisting 
them,  tossine;  them  to  and  Fro,  (^'Xtiui'"  them  fi-om  t'\ fiv 
point  of  view,  with  head  on  one  side  and  tlicir  bi'ight 
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I'EAULS   AM)    J'EHmXS. 


eyes  twinkliiijn'  as  it'  with  the  very  spirit  of  i'un  .'iikI 
iiiisciiier. 

JF  the  "  whiskey  jacks  "  did  not  enjoy  their  |>lay,  my 
little  l)oy  did.  He  hiui^hed  and  chipped  his  hands  witli 
f^lee  as  lie  stood  ou  a  ehair  by  the  window  and  watched 
their  praid;s. 

Wiietlier  o'.ir  \isitnrs  [)ret'erred  the  abnndant  and 
varied  fare  they  were  accustomed  to  ivceive  daily  at  the 
hos])italilc  table  at  Auburn,  or  whether  they  weiv  onl\- 
on  a  \isit,  is  a  (piestion  we  never  solved,  but  they 
certainly  <lisa[)))eared  early  the  followin;;'  niornini;'  and 
returned  U)  us  no  more. 

Possilily  our  eat  Noi\i  had  kept  too  watchful  an  eye 
on  their  ukjn  emi'uts.  oi'  the  <i'i'eat  doii'  Nero  had  alarmed 
them,  oi'  it  may  l)e  tliey  prefei'red  their  favorite  perch 
on  the  old  oak  tiv'e  l)y  the  rivei'. 

The  fur  trapjiers  of  the  North-West  rei^'ard  these  Jays 
as  a  ;^'reat  miisane's  as  when  pressed  by  hun>;'er  they 
dama^i'e  the  furs  that  are  suspended  in  their  tents  or 
wigwams,  as  well  as  devour  the  jerked  meat  hun<j  U{) 
to  dry. 

So  bold  are  these  feathered  plunderers  that  it  is  in 
vain  the  men  hurl  all  sorts  of  missiles  at  them :  if 
driven  oft'  for  one  minute,  back  they  come  the  next  and 
pounc '  upon  the  meat  as  audaciously  as  ever. 

"  Nor  is  their  flesh  worth  eatinjij ;  it  is  mean  stufl^',  and 
net  worth  powder  and  shot,"  said  my  informant,  who 
evidently  held  tht  (^amo  in  no  small  contempt. 


Moke  Aiiorx  my  featiikiu:!)  iimkxds. 


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THE    1{EF)-WIX(;ED    I5LACKI5IRI).* 

ThcHc  birils  aiv  nbnnilant  in  Caiuidji,  especifilly  liauiit- 
\ivj:  the  shorus  of  the  la'Kes  aii'l  rivci's,  tlioii;"'!!  tln'v  aic 
not  watoi'  birds.  Tlicy  livo  ehit-'Hy  on  wild  rice  and  the 
sfciis  of  a(iuatic  phmts  and  insects,  l)ut  are  very  troul)le- 
soniL'  to  the  farmer,  as  they  make  great  licvoc  ol"  liis 
yruin  fields. 

At  nijflit  they  roost  on  the  trees  and  among  tlie  Inishes 
at  the  borders  of  marshv  places.  About  sundown  thev 
;;atlii  r  in  great  tiocks  and  retire  to  their  leafy  lodgings, 
tilling  the  air  with  tlie  noise  of  their  wings,  chattering 
jiiid  calling  to  each  other. 

They  have  their  sentinels  in  the  daj'-time  to  warn  the 
lldck  of  approaching  <langer.  The.se  utter  a  note  which 
sounds  like  the  words  " Geek  I  geek!"  often  repeated. 
There  is  also  another  note  uttered  slowly  like  the  twang 
of  the  string  of  a  harp. 

1  us<id  to  listen  for  this  vibrant  note  and  try  to  dis- 
co\er  its  meaning.  No  doubt  it  was  a  signal  to  its 
comrades,  as  the  flock  woi  'd  rise  on  the  wirig  at  once 
ujiou  hearing  it. 

'i'he  feathers  on  the  upper  part  of  the  wing  of  this 
bird  give  it  the  name  of  Red-wing.  The  gay  shoulder- 
knot,  like  a  soldier's  epaulette,  brightens  and  relieves 
tlie  dead  black  of  the  plumage.  When  on  the  wing 
this  bright  spot  is  seen  better,  the  light  catching  it  as 


*  A(/claius  Phcenicevi  (Linn.). 


88 


I'KAIU.S   ASM*    I'KUHLES. 


the  birds  vvliuol  iibout,  and  ^^ivin;,^  a  flash  of  color  Hcarcoly 
vi.silile  when  they  are  at  rest. 

Nearly  allied  to  our  red-Hliouldered  blackbird  is  the 
yellow-headed  blackbird,  a  larj^e  handsome  fellow  with 
the  whole  head  and  in)[)er  portion  of  the  breast  and 
neck  of  a  bri<;ht  vellow. 

This  fine  sj)ecies  is  not  connnon  with  us,  iiut  is  sonic- 
tinies  met  with  in  Ontai'lo.  He  is  the  XanthoccpJuduH 
of  Bonaparte,  and  belonj;s  rather  to  the  Western  States 
of  Anierica :  eastward  he  is  oidy  an  occasional  visitor. 


*  I 


Tin;    FISII-HAWK.* 

"  Tliii  os])i'ey  sails  ubove  tliu  Sound  ; 

Tlio  yeose  aru  gone,  tlio  gulls  are  Hying  ; 
Tliu  herring  shoals  swarm  thick  arounil, 

The  nuts  aro  launchud,  thu  boats  aro  plying. 
Yo  ho  I  ni}'  hearts  I  let's  seek  thu  duup, 

Raise  high  thu  s(»ng  and  ohoerily  wish  hor, 
Still  as  the  bending  net  wo  sweu]>, 

'(iod  bless  the  tish-hawk  and  thu  fisher.'" 

—  WIIh(»i, 

A  bold  lisher  and  a  successful  one  is  the  Osprey, 
second  only  in  his  ^lowei'  of  winn;  and  keenness  of  vision 
to  the  rapacious  Bald-headed  Ea<,de,  his  great  rival,  who, 
with  lordly  arrogance,  acting  on  the  ungenerous  spirit  of 
might  overcoming  right,  often  robs  him  of  his  lawful 
prey. 

However,  as  both  thest'  l)irds  are  thieves  and  tyrants. 


"  The  American  O^prey    Pnndion  Ilitlid'tus  Carolinennis. 


MOKE    AHOI'T    MV    I'KATIIKIuJ)    FUIKNDS. 


89 


we  need  not  waste  .synipatliy  U[)()n  the  Fish-liiiwk,  eHj»e- 
c'ially  as  lie  in  turn  lias  none  for  the  jtoor  defenceless 
water-t'owl.  He  [)uunees  upon  them  while  they  are 
lianalesHly  disporting  themselves  on  the  pools  of  water 
just  openeil  (JUt  hetween  the  nuisses  (if  Hoatin;^  ice  in  the 
Inke  this  warm  April  <lay.  Happy  creatures!  They  are 
heedless  of  the  watchful  eye  of  their  enemy  hovering 
iiliove  them,  ready  to  descend  with  hooked  heak  and 
sharj)  tal(jns  u[)on  the  fairest  and  [)lumpest  of  the  flock. 

Silly  birds  !  Why  don't  they  look  up  instead  of 
eiijoy'nj^  their  hath,  or  standing'  in  j4i'ou])s  on  tlu;  odjj^e 
of  the  ice,  preenin*;  thiar  feathers  and  indul^inif  in  idle 
odssip  with  their  neij^'hbors,  or  preparinj^  themselves 
l'(ir  a  fresh  plunge  in  the  water,  a  luxury  so  long 
denied  them  1)V  the  rimjrs  of  winter^ 

There!  What  a  wild  connnotion  ensues  when  at  last 
they  become  aware  of  the  proximity  of  their  enemy,  as 
he  makes  a  sudden  descent  and  bears  oft'  a  duck  or  a 
young  goose  in  his  terrible  talons !  How  they  rise  en 
masse  on  clamorous  wing,  and  wheel  and  fly  from  his 
(head  presence ! 

Possibly  ho  might  have  preferred  a  bass  or  a  perch,  or 
a  l)ig  sucker,  had  such  a  prize  been  more  available,  but 
"  all  is  tish  or  fowl  that  comes  to  his  net,"  and  a  delicate 
(luck  or  gosling  is  not  to  lie  despised ;  so  he  is  content 
with  what  he  has  taken,  and  flies  oft'  to  some  quieter 
spot,  out  of  sight  and  hearing  of  the  noisy  crew  lie  has 
outraged,  to  take  his  meal  in  thankfulness.     The  water- 


DO 


I'KARI-S   AND    I'EHHI.ES. 


fowl,  iiicanwhilt',  poj)  down  once  iiion^  upon  tlic  hoHoiii 
of  the  lake,  ami  arc  .soon  tlirtin;,'  and  HpliiHliin<f  thf 
sparklinj^  watci'  ovar  l»ack  an<l  win^^^H  as  if  no  ononiy 
had  ever  disturbed  tliuui  or  roblxMl  tliein  of  one  of  their 
nnniher. 


THE    MELTED    KI\(il'ISllEI{.* 

This  bird  visits  Ontario  in  April  or  May,  and  may  be 
seen  on  the  banks  oi"  all  the  lonely  lakes  and  rivers.  It 
lias  not  the  brilliant  pluina;^e  of  the  European  bird,  and 
is  by  no  means  as  "graceful  in  form.  Its  note  is  a  very 
tmpleasant  one,  a  loud  quiek  rattlin^^  cry  uttered  as  it 
skims  mIou;^  the  borders  of  lake  or  stream,  a  solitai'v 
object  seekiii*;'  its  sustenance  from  the  waters,  or,  it 
may  be,  prcjcurin*,^  food  for  its  younj^  brood  or  the 
motluir  bird  on  the  nest. 

The  dusky  white  rin<^  about  the  neck  is  a  markeil 
feature  in  the  bird.  The  l)luish  j^rey  of  the  feathers  is 
barred  with  black  on  the  winj^s  and  tail;  hence  its  name, 
"  Belted  Kin<(lisher."  It  builds  no  nest,  but  the  female 
bird  deposits  her  en-c^s  in  the  enlarged  end  of  a  tunnel 
dujjj  in  a  sand-'t.ank. 

It  sto.ys  late  with  us  and  does  not  seem  to  feel  the 
cold.  It  is  oidy  when  the  fro.st  lias  driven  the  fish  to 
seek  shelter  in  the  deeper  waters,  and  the  belted  bird 
can  no  longer  obtain  the  re(iui8ite  food,  that  he  flies 
south. 

Ccryle  Alcyon  (liinn.). 


MoKL    AJKILT    MY    I'I:ATIIKH1;I>    I'ltlKNDS. 


Ill 


KING    lUlU).* 

The  habits  ol"  tho  Kinj^  Bird  arc  lii<;hly  aiiiUHiiif;  to 
ujitcli.  Ho  is  about  the  size  ol"  a  l)lafl<l)ir(l,  of  (hisky 
phimage.  but  witli  a  wiiite  l)or(k'i'  to  his  tail  and  some 
white  ill  the  e<l^'eH  ol"  the  \viii<;  feathers.  Ills  iioti-  in 
\<iy  harsh  and  ^ratin<;',  and  his  favorite  position  th(!  top 
of  ariy  upri;,'ht  stick  or  bare  pole,  from  which  point  of 
vantage  he  can  survey  the  "limit  "  he  has  chosen  to 
reign  over.  Here  he  sits  turning  hi^-  head  until  the 
'•right  glancing  eye  lights  on  some  miwary  insret,  when 
lie  darts  ofi'and  rai'i'ly  misses  his  aim.  His  prey  secured, 
he  returns  to  his  perch  and  awaits  another  chance. 

Both  names  given  him  arc  descriptive,  the  latter 
apparently  with  good  cause,  if  one  may  judge  by  the 
enmity  shown  him  by  all  the  smaller  t)iriis.  They  show 
this  dislike!  by  uniting  together  and  making  common 
cause  against  the  enemy,  attacking  him.  not  in  fair  tight 
with  beak  and  claws,  Imt  by  keeping  a  certain  distance 
above  him  and  darting  down  and  striking  him  on  the 
liead.  then  rising  again  swiftly  to  be  rea<ly  to  deal  a 
second  blow.  The  bewildered  bird,  unable  to  defend 
himself,  can  only  flee  from  his  tormentors  and  hide  away 
among  the  thickest  evergreens,  fairly  beaten  out  of  the 
ti.'ld. 

Union  is  power;  by  it  the  weak  confound  the  strong. 
Many  an  instance  have  I  seen  of  a  sindlar  kind,  many 


Tyrant  Flycatcher—  Ti/ran  ii  k.s 


92 


I'KAKLS   AN'n    l'i;ilHLES. 


a  \n<^vyi)W  Ix-in;;'  \'()\va'(\  to  fl<M!  bd'orc  tin;  uttackH  of  Hiiiall 
Ijirds.  I^\cii  the  hcii-liuwk  or  luiiTicr  Iihh  hcfii  tli-ivcii 
away  by  the  unitcfl  atta(;k,s  of  a|»j)an(ntly  iiiHif^nificant 
hut  <l<ft<,'i'iniiir(i  pMitifs  ol"  two,  tliif'c  of  I'onr  l)ra\'<!  littl*; 
ci'oatuiTs,  whose  [ilMti  was  .simply  to  keep  aliovc  tlic  licjid 
ol'  tliini'  ('iH'iiiy,  aii<l  out  of  liis  riracli  al'ti-'r  .strikiii/^r  tli(.'ir 
blows. 

Tlir-  swallow  iiixl  iiiMiiiii  ai'c  rciiownci!  for  these  feats 
of  ItniAcrw  Thev  nfc  nlwavs  xictoi's,  and  iiii<dit  he, 
ci'owiicd  ;is  ('hfniij)ioiis  ol'  tln^  helph^ss  litt'e  .soii<^-])irds 
who  so  often  f;dl  \i('tiiiis  to  th<'  crow,  (he  l<i"K  '''''''  '""' 
th(!  hawk. 


Tin;    i'.OllKMIAN    W\X-WIN(;. 

Atiotlier  noisy  crew  ;ire,  tho.se  ]tr(!tty,  wild  pilferers  of 
the  ^^Jirden  ;inil  oi'dianls,  th((  cedfir  birds,  oi-  cherry 
birds,  ;ind  names  connnon  to  th(;  smaller  speciits  of 
A  iii/icI n/(i\  ())■  \\';ix -wines. 

The  l;i,p;;er,  handsomer  and  more;  njmai'kable  of  the 
family  is  known  ;is  thi'  ISohemijiii  \\'a.\-\\in^,  oi'  Arti,/>fli,s 
(fdrridiis^  n\\i\  he  is  indcsed  a  noisy,  chattei'ine'  fellow. 
These  ai'e  not  so  common  as  the  smallei'  ced;U'  birds,  but 
they  occasionally  \isit  us  in  larj^'e  parties,  and  doubtless 
i-<'('ei\-e  scant  welcome  from  the  market  eardener,  who 
does  not  approve  of  their  bri;^aiidish  a,.4saults  on  his 
ri|)<'ninL,f  chei'ries  and  othei-  fruits.  We,  how(!Ver,  ar(i 
more  tolei'ant,  and  ov(!rlor)k  their  pj'c.datory  hal»its  in 
C)ur  annisement  at  their  wild  ineri'V'  wa\'s. 


MOHK    AHOI'T    my    I'KATIIKKKI)    FIMKNDS. 


f>3 


Tlii.s  moniiiij,^  tli<;r<!  is  a  (lock  (jF  Home  (l(i/<;ii  iiidividiinlH 
ill  my  ^fiinlcii.      Ilify  art'  full  ol"  frolic  ain]   i'uii,  and  it' 


tl 


one  m;iy  jud^^c   hy  tin;   nois(!  tliey  art;  ma 


til 


ikin;: 


tl 


H'V 


lly  liitlH;!"  and  tliitlicr  Iroiii  hoiit^li  to  bouirli  ami  tree  to 
tree,  tlicy  arc  liaviiij^  a  ;^a_y  time  cliatt«3i'in;^  and  wliis- 
pciin;^  to  ori(^  anotln  r,  and  one  mi^iit  almost  say,  l!ni;_di- 
inl^^  like  a  party  ol"  li;^lit-li('art('d  cliildr(!n  at  pliiy. 

Oik;  wondcrH  what  it  is  all  about.  I  really  tliink  it 
muHt  he  a  \V(!ddiii;4'  ))Mi'ty,  and  a  joyous  one.  too  -  a 
iriJitch  of  which  hoth  t'amiliifs  appi'ove.  See  how  impor- 
tant HoiiK!  of  the  older  hirds  look,  setting  up  thc^ir  sol't- 
crestcid  Injads  and  ])uHin^  out  their  breasts.  /vs  they 
dart  past  me  I  catch  si;4lit  of  the  hri^lit  scarlet  orna- 
UKiiits,  like  hits  ol"  retl  stialiii^-vva.x,  on  tin;  win;^'  Feathers. 
Tliesfi  j(!wels  ar(i  tin;  distinj^uishin<^  marks  of  th<!  Full- 
j^rown  male  hird,  and   no  douht  hut  the  little  Feathereil 


tl 


Uandy  is  as  )»roU(l  ol   these   i)its  ol    linery  as  any  ;;iil  i 


hit?- 


ol  h(!i"  l)roo(;lies  and  haiiLfles 


I  h 


rU 


Tilt  ''ohemian  \\'a.\-wine' is  oF  Foreif^'ii  extraction.  He 
is  a  little  aristocrat,  soiiKiwhat  e.xclusivM-,  and  vain  oF  the 
Family  oF  which  he  is  the  liea<l.      He  do(!S  not  mix  liiiii- 


HC 


Up  With  the  coiiimoii    lolk,  hut   k<'eps  ntli^iousiy  to 

himselF,  For  you  iH^ver  find   him  and  his  pai'ty  with  the 

smaller  speci(;H,  the  ced;ir   hirds,  nati\e  in   the  ciMintry. 

The  Bohemian  is  a  threat  trav(,'ller,  and  H<'(inis  to  spend 

liis  time  in  visitinii'  stran<re  lands,      lie  is  Found  in  iiiaii\- 


countri(!s,  ami  it  is  not  eas\'  to  locate  his  home 


ll< 


ami 


his  Family  do   not  settle  down   soherly,  as  sonic   other 


94 


PEARLS   AND    PEBBLES. 


birds  do,  but  go  where  they  please,  stay  awhile  and  then 
disappear,  and  you  do  not  meet  with  them  again  for 
several  seasons. 

Besides  the  gay  ornaments  of  the  wing,  the  tail 
feathers  are  finely  fringed  with  golden  yellow,  which  is 
seen  most  distinctly  when  the  bird  is  on  the  wing 

The  berries  of  1  he  mountain  ash  and  the  choke-cherry 
(and,  in  winter,  the  fruit  of  the  red  cedar  and  juniper), 
form  the  food  of  these  birds,  with  what  ripe  fruit  the 
garden  affords  them  ;  but  if  they  eat  the  fruit  they  also 
destroy  swarms  of  destructive  insects. 

The  cedar  bird  is  accused  of  destroying  the  buds  of 
the  apple  tn  ;8.  but  in  all  probability  this  is  a  mistake. 
It  may  be  only  the  hidden  larvfe  of  the  codlin  moth,  the 
curculio,  the  beetle,  or  fly,  that  is  doing  the  real  injury, 
depositing  its  eggs  in  the  bud ;  and  the  cedar  bird  in 
seeking  it  as  his  prey  is  doing  much  good  service  in  the 
orchard. 

Man  in  his  greed  is  often  very  short-sighted  in  his 
judgments. 


THE    ENGLISH    SPARROW 
A  DEFENCE. 


"And  He  that  cloth  the  ravens  feed, 

Yea,  providently  caters  for  the  sparrow, 

Be  comfort  to  my  age." 

-Shakespeare. 

Harmless,  persecuted,  despised,  reviled  sparrows,  wlio 
is  brave  eiiougli  to  take  your  part  ?  Who  will  take  you 
under  a  sheltering  wing  and  say  a  word  in  your  behalf? 

I  dare  so  to  do,  setting  at  nouoht  the  torrent  of  invec- 
ti\e  Avhich  is  sure  to  fall  on  my  <lefenceless  head. 

It  was  "  Don't  Care,  that  came  to  the  lions."  So  ran 
the  awful  warning  for  wilful  folk  that  I  used  to  pore 
over  with  childish  credulity  in  Doctor  Fenning's  Spell- 
ing Book,  an  ancient  volume  out  of  which  I  learned  my 
first  lessons,  and  where  villainous  t\'pe,  hideous  pictures, 
l)ad  paper,  and  the  use  of  f  for  s  puzzled  the  brain  and 
confused  the  eyes  of  the  little  scholar  of  three  years 
of  age. 

Well,  I  "  don't  care  "  if  I  do  come  to  the  lions,  I  will 


vm^ 


96 


PEARLS    AXD    I'EHHLES. 


have  my  nay  about  those  poor  sparrows,  remeinbering 
tlie  words  of  tlie  gracious  Lord,  "  Not  one  of  them  shall 
fall  on  the  ground  witliout  your  Father." 

"Doth  God  take  care  for  oxen:*"  saith  the  apostle. 
Yea,  He  careth;  yea,  and  for  the  birds  of  the  air  also. 
He  openeth  His  hand  and  feedeth  them.  Not  one — not 
even  the  sparrow,  despised  among  thoughtless  men — is 
forgotten  by  the  great  Cn.'ator, 

"  Who  sees  with  lmjikiI  oye,  as  God  of  all, 
A  hero  jjorish,  or  a  sparrow  fall, 
Atoms  or  systoius  into  ruin  hurlod, 
And  now  a  buljble  l)urst,  and  now  a  world." 

Theri  is  a  war  of  extermination  against  these  birds 
going  on  in  the  North-West,  an<l  among  the  farmers  and 
gardeners  in  country  places.  A  regular  hue-and-cry  is 
l)eing  raised  for  tlieir  destruction.,  and  nowhere  are  they 
to  be  shown  mercy. 

Now,  I  woultl  fain  take  their  case  in  hand  and  en- 
deavor to  prove  that  this  wholesale  persecution  is  both 
unjust  and  unreasonal)le. 

In  the  first  place,  were  not  the  birds  first  brought  into 
the  country  through  avarice  or  ignorance,  as  a  specula- 
tion, by  some  adventurous  Yankee,  who  "assisted"  them 
across  the  Atlantic  in  order  to  make  merchandise  o^'  them  ^ 

Were  they  not  intro<luced  into  the  agricultural  dis- 
tricts as  destroyers  of  the  weevil,  army-worm  and  all 
other  kinds  of  injurious  insects  ? 

Yet  it  was  very  well  known  that  the  sparrow  was  a 


THE   EN(;LISH   SPARROW:    A    DEFEN'CE. 


97 


jjfranivorous,  and  indeed  an  onniivorous,  bird.  He  is  not 
dainty;  he  will  take  anythinj^  and  everything  tliat  falls 
ill  his  way.  As  /xitcrfaruilidsha  is  a  good  provider  for 
his  numerous  offspring.  Small  blame  to  him  !  Sparrows 
find  their  young  must  live,  they  will  not  starve. 

Yes,  the  sparrows  will  eat  grain,  and  the  farmer  says 
they  do  eat  the  wheat,  and  tlierefore  tliey  must  be  killed. 

But  stop  a  minute.  When  do  they  eat  the  wheat  ? 
Only  in  the  season,  and  that  a  very  short  one,  o!r  the 
ripening  grain,  as  it  is  only  then  that  they  can  get  it, 
and  when,  with  many  other  grain-eating  birds,  the 
sparrows  flock  to  the  harvest  to  take  their  share. 

"Audacious  robbers!"  the  farmer  calls  them,  and 
straightway  all  the  blame  of  ids  loss  is  laia  on  the  inuni- 
grant  sparrows.  He  forgets  that  the  sparrows  have  been 
cultivating  tlie  crop,  too,  in  eating  and  destroying  the 
numerous  insects  that  infest  it  while  it  has  been  in  the 
hhide  and  in  flower,  and  does  not  stop  to  consider  that 
the  laborer  is  worthy  of  his  lure.  The  sparrow  but 
takes  his  due  for  service  unseen  and  unrecognized  by 
the  master  of  the  field.  Then  when  the  crop  is  garnered, 
lie  is  but  one  of  the  many  gleaners  wlio  are  busy  for 
awhile  in  picking  up  the  fallen  wheat  kernels  scattered 
))y  the  reapers. 

The  harvest  and  the  gleaning  season  over,  let  us  follow 
the  sparrows  to  the  villages  and  toM'ns.  'J'liere  are  here 
no  fields  of  ripe  grain  to  make  havoc  of,  no  farmers  to 
otiend,  but  the  birds  must  be  fed.     How  / 


98 


PEARLS   AND   PEUHLES. 


Look  flown  on  \'oui;  streets  and  thorou<;li faros.  On 
every  lieaj)  oi'  refuse,  e\'ery  scrap  of  garbage,  in  every 
dirty  gutter  oi-  droppingiin  the  roadway,  about  the  sweep- 
ings from  yard  or  store,  are  groups  of  tliese  despised 
birds,  busy,  liard-working  and  unpaid  scavengers. 

Wlio  knows  wliat  evils  tliey  prevent,  what  they  devour 
that  otherwise  would  become  decayed  vegetable!  matter, 
decomposed  and  typhoid-breeding  filth ;  the  larv;e  of 
beetles  and  other  noxioiTs  insects,  half-digested  grain 
that  if  left  would  shortly  breed  corruption  and  disease 
hurtful  alike  to  n)an  and  beast. 

True,  the  birds  ai-e  bold.  The  sparrow  takes  [)Osses- 
sion  of  the  eaves  and  cornices  of  your  buildings,  yoiu- 
sign-boards  and  your  window  sills.  Any  projecting 
beam  or  odd  anu'le  lie  makes  his  coigne  of  vantage 
from  whence  to  spy  out  what  Iil-  wants.  Biit  in  tliis  he 
really  interferes  with  no  one,  and  it  is  on]y  the  Ijraggart 
assurance  of  his  manner  that  excites  our  aversion.  His 
riigged  nests  are  usually  hidden  away  in  out  of  sight 
corners  or  sheds,  so  we  have  not  that  to  cite  against  him. 

Ah  !  but  someone  comes  down  on  me  with  the  accu- 
sation that  the  cruel,  wicked,  malicious  and  altogether 
disreputable  sparrow  kills  and  drives  away  all  our  doai- 
little  song-birds. 

Wait  a  l>it,  my  good  friend.  Did  the  other  birds 
never  fight  ov  attack  strangers  ?  The  l)ill  and  claws  of 
the  sparrow  are  not  those  of  the  Raptores.  He  may 
be  pugnacious,  but  so  is  our  dear  pet  the  redljreast. 


THE   ENGF.ISH   Sl'AUUOW :   A   DEFENXE. 


!t9 


'  Fair  ti<i;'ht  aiul  no  favor,"  say  1.  Fight  i  Yes, 
tlioy  all  tight  at  times,  robin  against  robin,  when  they 
are  in  the  humor  for  it,  and  the  weakest  goes  to  the 
wall. 

As  to  the  accusation  that  the  sparrows  drive  away 
other  birds,  let  the  other  birds  defend  themselves.  In 
physical  strength  tliey  are  all  his  equals. 

1  cannot  help  thinking,  however,  that  it  is  a  fact  yet 
lacking  confirmation.  There  is  an  oh  I  saying,  "  Give  a 
dog  a  bad  name  and  of  course  he  suffers  for  it. '  It  is 
my  impression  that  in  this  instance  it  is  but  a  news- 
[KiptT  .scandal  got  \\\)  for  "  copy,"  and  endorsed  by  the 
farmers  who  first  intrudaced  and  then  tnuluced  the 
poor  sparrows;  used  them  fir.st  to  get  rid  of  the  pests 
that  blighted  their  grain,  then  abused  them  for  lu-ljjing 
themselves  to  the  wages  begrudged  them. 

I  have  here  the  testimony  of  a  very  intelligent 
observer  of  Nature,  one  who  has  carefully  watched  the 
habits,  food  and  peculiar  ways  of  the  sparrows  in  this 
country  as  well  as  in  England.  He  says  :  "  I  have  never 
been  able  to  detect  wheat  or  any  other  hard  grain  in  the 
crop,  and  it  is  my  opinion  that  these  birds  are  more 
insectivorous  than  granivorous,  and  that  it  is  the  larvfe 
of  insacts  that  they  of)tain  in  the  buds  of  the  fruit  trees 
and  in  the  ears  and  joints  of  the  wheat  and  oats  which 
induces  their  visits  to  the  fields;  and  if  they  pick  the 
husks  it  is  not  for  the  kernel  itself,  but  for  what  is 
really    destroying   it.     The    sharp    pointed    bill    of    the 


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sparrow  is  more  suited  for  picking  worms  than  taking 
\ip  hard  grain." 

To  wum  up,  the  sparrow,  an  invited  guest,  an  assisted 
immigrant,  was  at  first  welcomed  ;  then,  wlien  he  had 
done  the  work  recjuired  of  him,  we  find  he  has  other 
(|nalities  for  which  we  gave  no  contract,  consequently  we 
would  like  to  assist  him  home  again  or  exterminate  him, 
as  one  who  has  out- worn  his  welcome. 

Though  he  betrays  no  secrets,  he  is  an  eaves-dropper 
of  the  worst  description.  He  makes  holes  in  our  eaves, 
and  scatters  the  straw  about,  and  is  a  nuisance  ;  yet,  on 
the  other  hand,  he  is  a  good  scavenger  and  helps  to  keep 
the  air  about  the  house  pure. 

He  is  a  bold,  impertinent  fellow  who  is  always  at 
hand  to  eat  up  the  crumbs  thrown  out  for  his  betters, 
and  moreover  he  lal>ors  under  the  imputation  of  driving 
away  other  birds  of  more  value  in  our  eves,  but  is  known 
to  be  possessed  of  no  more  superior  powers  than  they 
are  provided  witli. 

Thus  the  two  hea\iest  counts  in  the  indictment  are  : 
First,  the  destruction  of  grain  ;  second,  the  driving 
away  of  the  smaller  and  more  valuable  birds — both  of 
which  indictments  have  been  pleaded  by  counsel  as  not 
proven. 

Have  I  made  out  a  good  case  for  the  sparrows  ?  I 
have  said  my  say.  I  am  cily  an  old  woman  after  all, 
with  a  Briton's  love  of  fair  play,  so  let  us  give  the  poor 
sparrow  a  chance. 


NOTES  FROM  MY  OLD  DIARY. 


"  What  atiiiii  forms  of  insect  life  apix'ar  I 
And  wlio  can  follow  Nature's  pencil  here  ? 
Their  wings  with  azure,  green  and  purple  gkiss'd. 
Studded  with  colored  eyes,  with  gems  embossed; 
Inlaid  with  pearl,  and  marked  witli  varicus  stains 
Of  lovely  crimson,  through  their  dusky  veins." 

— Aiti(<i  Lvtitid  B<(rbiiiilil. 

Ox  looking  over  my  old  diary  oF  a  I'ar-oti"  date,  1881),  I 
tir.d  notes  of  many  thini;s  that  struck  nie  in  the  first 
years  of  my  sojou/n  in  my  forest  home — objects  that  then 
were  new  and  interesting  to  me,  but  wliicli  now  I  seldom 
or  never  see. 

There  is  a  change  in  the  country  :  many  of  the  plants 
and  birds  and  wild  creatures,  cotninon  once,  have  dis- 
appeared entirely  before  the  niarch  of  civilization.  As 
the  woods  which  .shelter  them  are  cleared  away,  they 
retire  to  the  lonely  forest  haunts  still  left,  where  they 
may  rcnuain  unmolested  and  unseen  till  again  driven 
back  hy  the  advance  of  man  upon  the  scene. 
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I'K.VItLS    AND    I'KltlU-KS. 


It  is  i-jircly  now  that  I  ciiteh  u  j)asHiM;4-  ^fliii»|isf  (if  tlu« 
lovely  pluiiinl  cTosshiil.or  tilt!  scark't  taiuit^cr;  si-Moiii  do 
I  hear  the  cry  ol'  tlit;  bobolink,  or  \vat"l«  *'■'  sailinj;'  of 
tin;  baM-liwn It'll  caylc  or  the  tish-hawk  tne  lake,  as 

I  <li(l  i'oriiifrly  in  fear  I'or  tiic  saiV;t\  of  my  little  <;'Ofilin;,fs. 
Even  the  ;;ay,  cheerful  note  of  the  chickadee  is  rarely 
lieanl,  oi-  the  sonorous  rai)i)in^  of  the  red-headeil  wood- 
peckei',  {)y  the  plaintive,  oft-repeuted  monosyllable  of  the 
wood  pJKebe. 

1  think  these  birds  dislike  the  appearance  of  the  red 
brick  houses  of  the  modern  villages  and  towns,  with 
their  ^reen  Ijlinds  und  fancy  work  in  wood  and  paint. 
Perhaps  they  look  ujton  them  as  possible  traps  to  cajjje 
them,  aii<l  find  the  old  familiar  rude  shanty  or  log-house 
more  to  theii'  taste  in  architecture. 

Here  is  one  of  my  old  notes  made  in  that  long  ago 
time  on  the  great  cat-owl : 

A  very  solenni,  formidable-looking  bird  is  this  big 
long-eared  owl.  One  was  shot  and  brought  into  the 
house  for  ni}'  inspection.  It  was  still  living,  having 
only  been  winged,  and  evidently  was  very  angry  with 
its  captor,  ready  to  avenge  itself  by  a  blow  with  its 
strong  hooked  beak  and  sharp  talons.  The  glassy  round 
eyes  were  glaring  ominously  from  beneath  the  swathe 
of  thick  rich  Ijrown  mottled  feathers  that  half  shaded 
them  from  the  light.  The  ears,  or  the  tuft  of  feathers 
that  concealed  them,  stood  up,  giving  a  warrior-like 
aspect  to  the  grand,  proud  l)ird. 


NOTES    FROM    MY   (»I,I)    DIAKV. 


108 


Wlio  is  tluTf  iiiiioni;'  tin-  cjirly  si'ttlcr.s  tliiit  liiis  not 
licfU'd  ill  the  <le('j)  stilliK'ss  of  iii^lit,  iVoiii  souw  old  oak 
ill  tlu'  woods  or  out-huildin^'  near  tlu'  liouso,  tlic  di't')) 
soporous  voice  ol"  the  cat-owl  calling"  to  its  mate  :"  'llw 
hollow  notes  souikI  like  "  Ho — ho — ho — iio,"  rejH-ated 
with  a  i)aus(^  between  each  Hyllable,  as  if  to  prolong  the 
echo. 

Tlui  Indian  notes  of  lamentation  over  the  dead,  "  Wo- 
lio-hd-ao-iniii,"  seem  an  imitation  of  the  moiu'nfnl  cry 
of  this  nif^ht  bird. 

An  old  Irish  settler  in  the  backwoods  once  jt^ravely 
assured  me  tliat  tlie  "  Banshee,"  the  warninj^  spirit  of 
death  or  trouble  which,  he  said,  belonged  to  his  family 
wiien  he  lived  in  Ireland,  had  followed  him  and  his  house 
to  Canada.  I  looked  a  little  doubtful.  The  old  man 
j^a-ew  an<^ry  because  I  aske<l  : 

"  Did  she  come  out  in  the  ship  with  you  ^  " 

"  Shure  an'  why  should  she  not  ^ "  he  replied.  "  Did 
she  not  cry  all  the  time  me  poor  wife — God  rest  her 
sowl — was  in  the  death  thraws  ?  An'  did  slie  not  cry 
the  night  the  cow  died  ?  " 

That  indeed  was  a  proof  not  to  be  doubted,  so  I  judi- 
ciously held  my  sceptical  tongue,  though  I  thought  it 
might  well  have  been  the  cat-owl  crying  to  her  mate 
from  an  old  hollow  tree  near  the.  shanty  ;  but  it  would 
have  been  rank  heresy  to  liken  a  real  faithful  family 
"  Ci'y-b3''-night,"  or  "  Banshee  "  to  a  cat-owl. 

Later  the  old  man  in  rather  an  aggrieved  tone,  ques- 


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I'KAItLS    ANI»    PF.Iini.ES. 


ti<)iu'(l  uiy  i'aitli  in  tlit^  "  little  people,''  or  the  fairies. 
When  1  .su^'i;eHte<l  it  wiis  a  jon^  way  For  them  t(j  come 
across  th(!  Atlantic,  he  took  <,qvat  pain.s  to  convince  me 
that  it'  they  care<l  for  the  family  when  they  lived  in  Ire- 
land, they  woiiM  not  mind  how  Ion;,'  the  voyage  or  tlie 
distance,  so  tiiat  they  could  watch  over  them  here. 

On  the  hoi'ders  of  tlit;  lake  1  se(!  many  heautiliil 
(lra;;'on-Hies  of  all  colors — reil,  hlue,  e-reen,  hronze,  and 
some  rare  hu'ec  Hies  with  Jet-hlack  ^'auzy  wings. 

()n((  kind,  that  I  have  tried  in  vain  to  capture,  had  a 
scarlet  crescent  mark  on  each  lowei'  pair  of  wings. 
Another,  not  less  remarkable,  was  distine-uished  hv  azure 
blue  crescents  on  the  wings.  These  Hies  led  me  a  chase 
for  so'ne  time,  1  was  so  much  .struck  with  the  l>eauty  of 
the  rare  insects.  They  did  not  resend)le  the  gay  dragon- 
ili(.'S  in  form  or  color,  --viid  1  wished  to  obtam  a  Hp(!cimen 
to  send  home  to  a  friend  :  but  after  that  sununer  1  saw 
them  no  more,  they  having  disai)peared  with  tlu^  ])ine 
woods. 

There  is  a  pretty  ami  curiou.s  insect,  one  of  the  Sphinx 
family,  that  comes  out  in  the  cool  of  the  evening,  and  is 
very  bu.sy  on  the  mignonette  and  other  low  growing 
border  plants.  It  is  \ery  nnich  like  a  bee  in  appearance, 
and  sings  a  low  lunnming  .song  as  it  darts  from  flower 
to  flower.  Its  body  is  longer  and  narrower  than  that  of 
the  bee,  and  its  colors  are  Ijlack  and  white  in  bands. 
The  lower  wings  of  these  curious  moths  are  exceedingly 


NOTES    FUOM    MV    <)F,I)    DFAIIV. 


105 


Hiniill,  the  uppt-r  oiicH  lon^' and  imrrow.  Tlic  swil'tiu'ss 
of  itH  lK)Vt'rini(  uiotioiiH  uikI  tlit-  iioisr  of  its  wiuj^.s 
roiiiiiul  OHO  of  tilt'  lniimiiin<^-l)ir(l,  liciiet'  pf()j)lt'  t-all  it 
tilt'  Humiuiii;''  Motii. 

Tlu!  most  beautiful  of  our  iiativo  moths,  and  also  tlio 
lar<,'ost,  is  the  cxtjuisiti'  pale  ^fl•t'eu  AlUtciis  lima.  This 
classical  name  was  ^'iveii  it  from  the  moon-shaped  figure 
on  each  win<^,  showinj^  the  Ijri^dit  colors  of  blue  and 
scarlet  in  the  centre  of  the  eye-like  spots. 

'Hie  lower  pair  of  win<;s  art;  lenj^thened  into  loujj;  tails 
like  tlio  school-boy's  kite,  and  are  l»eautifully  frinjf»Ml 
with  a  pale  ^old  borderini;'.  'i'liese  lon<.;  tails  are  said  to 
be  of  essential  service  in  aidin<;'  the  fli<.,dit  of  the  moth, 
serving  to  maintain  a  proper  balance  in  its  passafje 
through  the  air.  Several  of  our  butterflies— as,  for 
e.iample,  Papillo  tarnits,  the  handsome  sulphur-colored 
Swallow-tail  -have  this  form  in  a  great  degree,  while  in 
others  it  is  absent,  as  in  Dawiis  archippus,  a  tine  red 
butterfly,  one  of  our  largest  and  most  showy;  also  in 
the  representative  of  the  C'amberwell  Beauty  and  some 
others. 

The  body  of  the  beautiful  green  Alf(icu»  hiiui,  is 
thickly  clothed  with  soft  silky  white  down.  The  legs, 
feet  and  antennfB  are  of  a  co])pery-red  color,  the  latter 
slun't  and  finely  pectinated — that  is,  lia\ing  tine  tooth- 
like projections. 

The  scarlet  and  blue  colors  are  very  effective  in 
contrast  to  the  ex(iuisite  tint  of  pale  green  which  ilis- 


if:' 


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I'KAKLS    AND    I'KUHLES. 


tiii^niislu'S  tliis  l.)vcly  iiiotli  IVoni  all  otlici-H.  It  is  very 
raiHily  to  1k^  h(;cii  mow,  but  hcciiih  to  lov(!  the  Hlwuh; 
anioTi^'  the  orchard  aiul  forest  trees. 

It  is  in  the  orchard  thftt  we  find  the  cocoons  of  that 
jrrand  iiiotli,  i\w  Aft<ican  (•ecr(>j>l(i,,  a  s{)leiidid  insect, 
both  in  size,  form  and  rich  colors;  as  lar^e,  wlien  its 
win^s  are  fully  expanded,  as  some  of  our  smaller  birds, 
measuring,  indeed,  nearly  seven  inches  in  width. 

Th(!  heavy  thick  botly  of  this  insect  is  red,  but 
marked  by  deep  rings,  and  the  surface  clothed  with  soft 
wldtish  hairs.  The  head  is  large  and  the  antenna3 
strongly  pectinated. 

The  marks  on  the  wings  an;  in  the  form  of  half- 
moons,  showing  a  variety  of  sliadings,  with  vivid  blue 
and  some  n^d  in  the  centre.  Thert^  are  otlier  lines  and 
wavy  marks  on  the  wings,  besides  a  deep  rich  border 
pattern. 

.[  nin  afraid  my  very  unscientific  mode  of  description 
may  offend  the  learned  entoniologist.  If  so,  I  crave 
pardon  and  ])leatl  limited  knowledge  as  my  sufficient 
excuse. 

The  common  name  foi-  this  fine  moth  is  the  Apph'-tree 
or  Orchard  Moth,  Ixicause  its  ])rown  felte<l  chrysalid  cases 
are  fouinl  attached  to  the  twigs  ^A'  orchard  trees. 

The  first  i-eally  hot  days  cause  the  imprisoned  insect 
to  bui'st  fi'om  its  sealed  coffin,  and  its  wonderful  and 
mystei'ious  r(^surrecti()n  to  light  and  lile  is  at  once 
effected.     It   Hiitters    foi-th    a   glorious    but   short-lived 


i^ 


NOTES    I'llo.M    MV    OIJ)    DIAItV 


107 


crciituiv,  perfect  in  ;ill  its  lieauty,  to  s(jiu'  aloft  in  the 
•sunlight  and  enjoy  the  sweet  warm  siuiinie)"  air  for  a 
hrief  season — a  type  to  man  of  the  promised  resurrection 
of  his  own  body  from  th((  dust  of  the  earth,  throu^^di  the 
perfect  work  of  redoemiii"^  love  in  the  Lord  Jesus  (Christ. 
"  0  Death  !  where  is  thy  stinj^  ^  U  Grave !  where  is  thy 
victory  I " 


Since  th(;  al>ove  d(!Scription  of  the  AttacuH  cecropijt 
was  written,  some  yeai'S  a^o,  1  have  jiad  knowded<^e  of 
two  varieties  of  this  remarkably  beautiful  moth. 

About  two  years  ago  a  friend  sent  me  fi-om  Chicaj^o 
three  cocoons  of  this  species.  These  eases,  attaclied  to 
slender  twij^s,  were  much  ;mialler  in  size  than  th(!  apple- 
tree  variety,  and  were  liglit  brown  and  finely  felted. 

The  moths  (two  came  out  all  right,  one  was  abortive) 
were  smaller  in  every  way,  but  ))eautiful  in  markings 
and  color.  They  remaine(l  on  a  suiniy  window  for  sf)me 
days,  then  one  died  and  the  other  disappeared. 

Last  Christmas  I  was  given  another  eocoon,  ti.xecl  to  a 
I'ed-barked  dog-wood  spray.  It  was  of  large  size  and 
very  unlike  the  brown  woolly  cases  I  had  hitherto  seen. 
It  was  consti'Uctt'(l  of  (h^ad  leaves  iiml  a  grey  ])M]»ery 
substance  like  that  of  the  wasp.  There  was  no  opening 
what(!ver  in  it ;  all  was  closely  seale(l  up. 

One  sunny  morning  (April  2!st)  I  w,is  (h^lightcMl 
at  the,  sight  of  the  tenant  of  the  grey  house,  a 
magnificent   specimen    of  the    Atliicus  moth.     It  stood 


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PEARLS   AND    PEBBLES. 


opeiiino-  and  closing-  its  wing's  as  if  for  flight,  but 
remained  for  hours  on  the  leaf  of  a  scarlet  geranium 
near  the  window,  giving  me  a  good  opportunity  of 
noting  its  beauty.  Especially  did  I  admire  the  rich 
coloring  and  markings  on  the  wide  wings,  wliich  were 
about  six  inches  in  extent  and  elegantly  rounded  and 
lobed. 

The  general  coloi'  or  ground-work  was  a  rich  dark  red 
brown,  with  two  large  irregular  white  circular  figures ; 
within  the  larger  circle  was  another  figure  semi-circular 
in  form  and  of  several  shaded  colors.  The  lower  pair  of 
wings  were  adorned  in  the  same  way,  the  edges  being 
more  scalloped  and  smaller  than  those  of  the  upper 
wings,  and  l^eauti fully  marked  and  fringed  with  a 
bordering  of  white,  red  and  grey. 

The  body  of  the  moth  was  short  and  thick,  barred 
with  white,  and  having  deep  red  spots  between  the  lines. 
The  outer  surface  of  the  back,  seen  between  the  open 
wings,  was  deej)  red.  The  legs  were  clothed  with  a 
velvety  red  down. 

As  soon  as  the  lamp  was  lighted,  the  moth  spread  its 
wings  and,  bat-like,  flew  to  the  light,  and  would  have 
been  seriously  injured  IkuI  we  not  come  to  the  rescue — 
not,  however,  before  the  feathery  margin  of  the  wings 
was  somewhat  scorched.  Taken  out  of  the  room  it  flew 
about,  casting  a  dark  bat-like  shadow  on  the  ceiling. 
For  some  days  it  hid  itself  among  the  window  curtains, 
coming  out  of  this  retreat  only  at  night,  and   for  <"he 


NOTES   FROM   MV  OLD   DIARY. 


109 


past  few  days  it  has  remained  fixed  to  the  corner  of  the 
what-not  in  the  parlor.  Its  wings  are  closed,  and  it  has 
apparently  lost  all  its  energy ;  the  light  no  longei- 
attracts  it,  the  fine  red  pectinated  antennae  no  longer 
are  moved  as  at  first — the  beautiful  creature  is  dead,  or 
dying. 

On  a  minute  inspection  being  made  of  the  empty 
cocoon,  it  seemed  a  mystery  how  the  big,  bulky  insect 
could  have  escaped  from  its  prison.  There  was  no 
visible  aperture  for  its  exit  save  one  small  pipe  terminat- 
ing in  a  tiny  orifice,  through  which  it  seemed  impossible 
that  even  the  head  of  the  creature  could  have  issued. 
Yet,  this  nmst  have  been  its  door  of  egress,  for  no  other 
was  to  be  seen. 

Among  the  myriad  marvels  in  Nature,  there  are  no 
greater  than  those  found  in  the  insect  world. 


I  was  given  two  of  the  large  brown  cases  of  the 
Orchard  Moth  last  winter.  I  laid  them  aside  in  the 
drawing-room  and  forgot  all  about  them.  One  warm 
May  day,  on  going  into  the  room,  great  w^as  my  surprise 
and  delight  to  see  two  beautiful  creatures  on  tlie  wintlow 
panes,  enjoying  the  sunshine,  and,  I  dare  say,  longing  to 
be  out  in  the  warm  free  air. 

By  and  by  they  became  very  restless,  as  if  bewildoi-ed 
by  the  novelty  of  their  surroundings,  flitting  about  on 
the  gay  fiowers  of  the  curtains,  and  finally,  after  several 
days  had  elapsed,  one  of  the  two  deposited  sixteen  gold- 


i 


il 


110 


PEARLS    AND    PEHMLES. 


colored  eggH  on  tlie  chintz.  I  make  a  note  of  the  bare 
fact,  and  leave  it  to  be  pondered  over  by  the  experienced 
naturalist. 

Besides  the  butterflies  I  have  noticed  in  uiy  old  <liary, 
I  might  have  named  the  Tortoise-shell  and  the  two 
Admirals,  the  jed-marked  one  and  the  white.  There  are 
many  others,  too,  which  resemble  in  color  and  appear- 
ance species  I  was  familiar  with  when  in  England. 

There  are  the  Tiger  Moths,  bright,  gay  creatures  that 
come  in  at  night  attracted  by  the  light  of  the  lamp ;  and 
some  large  beautiful  grey  and  rose-colored  varieties  with 
damasked  wings,  which  shun  the  glare  of  the  light  and 
retreat  to  shaded  corners  of  the  walls  out  of  sight. 

Our  beautiful  oak  trees  are  often  disfigured  when  in 
full  leaf  by  branches  of  brown  or  withered  leaves,  as  if 
some  scorching  blast  had  fallen  upon  them. 

I  was  standing  on  the  lawn  at  my  friends,  the  Hay- 
wards,  admiring  the  glossy  foliage  of  a  group  of  hand- 
some scarlet  oaks  (Rahra  cnccinea),  one  of  the  most 
beautiful  of  our  native  oaks,  when  my  attention  was 
drawn  to  one  of  the  branches  of  a  tine  youUg  tree  near 
me  which  was  affected  by  a  ([uivering  motion,  while  all 
the  rest  wei'c  quite  still. 

It  was  an  intensely  hot  July  day,  not  a  breath  of  air 
stirring  the  leaves.  Suddenly  the  branch  parted  from 
the  tree  and   fell  at  my  feet.     I  took  it  up  to  examine 


course  o 


\OTES    FROM    MY    Ol.D    DIAHY. 


Ill 


the  cause  of  its  fiill.  The  leaves  were  still  ^reen  and 
Fresh,  but  on  close  insjiection  of  the  severed  part,  which 
was  nearly  half  an  inch  in  diameter,  I  fcnind  it  tinely 
grooved,  as  if  it  had  been  sawed  or  tiled  by  some  sharp 
toothed  instrument. 

This  was  evidently  the  work  of  a  Sawyer  or  Borer, 
one  of  the  numerous  species  of  the  tlestructive  Bupeslriai, 
which  in  the  larvae  state  are  so  injurious  to  our  forest 
trees. 

I  sought  diligently  on  the  ground  for  the  little  work- 
man, but  while  I  had  been  examining  the  branch  he  had 
hidden  himself  away  in  the  grass,  there  to  undergo  the 
last  change  to  the  perfect  state  of  his  kind  as  a  small 
beetle. 

Being  desirous  of  obtaining  some  information  concern- 
ing the  creature  and  its  work,  I  turned  to  the  report  of 
the  "Field  Naturalists'  Society  of  Ottawa"  for  1884 
(page  49),  and  the  following  description  satisfied  me  that 
my  sawyer  must  have  been  the  larva;  of  a  Twig-girdler: 

"  Oncideres  cingidatus.  When  the  female  desires  to 
deposit  her  eggs  slie  makes  punctures  in  the  bark  of 
small  twigs  or  branches.  She  then  girdles  the  branch  by 
gnawing  a  ring  round  it,  which  kills  tlie  branch,  and  in 
cour.se  of  time  it  breaks  oft"  from  the  tree  and  falls  to 
the  ground,  and  the  larva?  feed  on  the  dead  wood.  The 
beetle  is  greyish  brown  with  a  broad  grey  bund.  It  is 
commonly  known  as  the  'Twig-girdler,'" 

In  the  present  instance  the  leaf  of  the  branch  was  still 


112 


FEARLS   AND    I'EHBLES. 


fresh  and  j^-reeii,  but  at  the  same  time  I  noticed  the 
noiseless  fall  of  branches  from  the  oak  trees  adjoining, 
and  saw  that  the  ground  was  strewn  with  dead  withered 
boughs  and  sprays,  while  otliers  still  hung  by  tiny 
shreds  of  bark,  ready  to  fall,  and  disfiguring  the  appear- 
ance of  the  trees. 

The  entomologists  now  employed  by  the  Government 
and  attached  to  tiie  Bureau  of  Agriculture,  have  of  late 
years  turned  their  attention  to  the  appearance  and 
habits  of  this  class  of  tree-destroying  insects,  which  are 
doing  so  nnich  injury  to  the  forests  and  orchards  of  tne 
country. 

The  ravages  of  tiie  various  species  of  Scaruhwi  are  not 
confined  to  the  oak  and  pine  alone,  but  every  species  of 
hardwood  tree  nurtures  one  or  several  kinds  peculiar  to 
itself. 

The  subject  is  one  of  consideral)le  importance,  and 
should  not  be  devoid  of  interest  even  to  the  youngeft 
student  of  natural  history.  It  is  a  study  particularly 
recommended  to  the  agriculturist,  horticulturist  and 
florist,  and  it  would  be  wtill  if  tliere  were  text-books 
written  in  simple,  plain  language,  that  would  be  instruc- 
tive and  at  the  same  time  awaken  an  interest  in  it  among 
oxw  young  people. 

The  habit  of  close  observation  inculcated  and  encour- 
aged in  children  is  a  continual  .source  of  pleasure  and 
profit  in  after-life,  often,  indeed,  leading  to  results  that 
are  little  anticipated,  as  in  the  well-knowii  case  of  Sir 


NOTES    FROM    MY    OLD    DIARY. 


113 


Isaac  Newton,  who  liad  learMe<l  to  see  and  think  as  a 
cliild — results  so  wonderful  that  the  less  observant  have 
been  disposiM.!  to  attribute  them  to  actual  inspiration 
From  God.  True,  He  implanted  the  seed  thus  nurtured  in 
the  child,  and  brou^dit  forth  the  fruits  in  the  man. 

But  1  am  wnndi'ring  away  from  my  subject,  the  ways 
of  those  tiny  insects,  the  twig-borers. 

How  marvellous  and  wonderful  is  their  instinct !  Note 
the  curious  means  employed  to  accomplish  an  end  which 
could  not  be  foreknown  by  experience,  by  teaching  or 
by  reasoning,  in  the  creature  working  for  the  future 
preservation  of  her  unseen  offspring.  The  calcidating  of 
the  exact  date  when  it  should  come  forth,  and  the 
corresponding  time  when  the  girdled  branch  should  part 
from  the  tree,  thus  providing  a  nursery  for  her  infant 
and  sufficient  nutriment  to  sustain  it,  until  in  its  turn  it 
arrives  at  the  perfect  state  of  the  mother  beetle,  to  enjoy 
like  her  a  brief  term  of  life,  prepare  a  cradle  for  its 
offspring,  and  die. 

Surely  this  leaves  a  lesson  for  man  to  ponder  over 
and  confess  that  he  knows  but  little.  The  wisdom  of 
man  must  be  but  foolishness  in  the  sight  of  God,  since  he 
cannot  fathom  even  the  ways  of  one  of  the  most 
insignificant  of  the  works  of  the  Creator.  How  then 
can  man  by  his  puny  wisdom  find  out  God  ? 


THE   SPIDER. 


"The  spider  takutli  hold  with  her  hands,  and  is  in  kings' 
pahices."— Pkov,  xxx.  28. 

I  MUST  confess  to  a  natural  aversion  to  spiders,  an 
aversion  I  cannot  overcome  sufficiently  to  avoid  shrink- 
ing from  contact  with  tliem  ;  yet  I  acknowledge  that 
they  are  more  interesting  to  me  than  any  other  of  the 
insect  tribe.  I  study  their  habits  and  ways  with  keener 
pleasure  than  I  do  those  of  the  industrious  bee  or  the 
active  ant. 

There  is  an  individuality  in  the  character  of  every 
spider  which,  in  comparing  one  with  another  and 
studying  the  peculiarities  of  each,  gives  it  additional 
charm.  Each  spider  appears  to  act  independently  of  his 
fellows,  and  often  indeed  of  the  family  pattern.  He  is 
not  of  a  sociable  nature,  and  though  he  will  sometimes 
allow  a  small  brother  to  give  him  a  little  help,  or  to  look 
on  when  some  large  web  is  in  hand,  he  more  frequently 


THE   HIMI)EI{. 


IT) 


carries  un  tlit-  work  in  an  indepeiKlent  atylv,  as  if  he 
were  .saying : 

"  Let  me  alone,  if  you  please  ;  I  want  none  of  ytjur 
lielp.  You  only  bother  me  aiul  run  in  my  way.  I  have 
all  my  wits  about  me,  my  own  tools  and  my  own 
materials.  I  can  mind  my  own  bu.siness,  and  want 
neither  your  advice  nor  your  assistance." 

He  is  a  surly  fellow,  a  misanthrope,  and  a  very  ugly 
tempered  as  well  as  conceited  one  at  that. 

The  spider  certainly  is  accredited  with  po.sse.ssing  a 
very  ferocious  temperament,  the  males  often  fighting 
with  great  fury.  The  females,  who  are  larger  than  the 
males,  are  even  more  combative — indeed  the  ungentle 
spouse  is  not  infrecjuently  charged  with  devouring  hei' 
own  husband  !  It  is  possible,  though,  that  the  victim 
may  have  been  the  meddlesome  proprietor  of  a  neigh- 
boring web,  whose  interfer«mce  had  aggravated  her  be- 
yond endurance,  and  the  act,  therefore,  might  be  termed 
Justifiable  s/iidericide. 

Ugly  and  repulsive  as  some  spitters  are,  they  no  doubt 
are  as  proud  of  their  peraonal  appearance  as  of  their  skill 
in  the  manufacture  of  the  delicate  webs  which  they  hang 
out  to  lure  unwarv  flies  to  their  destruction,  and  so 
supply  their  pantries  with  the  dainties  they  love. 

But,  seriously,  whr.fc  a  marvel  he  is,  what  striking 
characteristics  he  has,  what  forethought,  what  vigilance. 
How  clever  are  his  contrivances  and  expedients  where- 
with to  compass  his  desired  end.     Who  can  have  failed 


m 


no 


I'EAltLS   AND    I'P:HHLES. 


to  note  his  subtlety  in  concealing'  himself,  his  fierce  and 
jealous  temper— all  traits  belon^inj^  to  the  savage,  and, 
alas,  too  often  to  be  found  anion<^  the  more  civilized  of 
the  human  race. 

Hut  the  spider  is  not  altoj^ether  without  his  jjjood 
((uaiities.  We  nuist  do  him  justice,  and  not  slay  him 
without  nK'rcv. 

He  has  ener^jy,  industry  and  (j^reat  jiersevcrance  under 
dlHieuitie.s.  He  is  no  idler.  Instead  of  <;"ivin<jf  up 
immediately  on  the  first  failure,  he  sets  to  work  to 
repair  what  has  been  destroyed  or  inj'ured,  not  once  but 
several  times.  He  is  coura<(eous,  for  he  will  not  be 
daunted  even  by  a  wasp  or  a  bi^  blustering  bully  of  a 
blow-fiy,  twice  as  strong  as  iiimself  ;  though,  and  this  is 
hardly  to  be  recommended  as  a  good  (juality,  he  often 
overcomes  his  enemy  by  eft'ective  cunning.  He  has  no 
pity  for  his  victim,  but  casts  his  entangling  threads 
over  him  an]  binds  him  down  securel}'^ ;  then,  knowing 
that  his  (  ies  will  bring  him  no  aid  and  his  sti'uggles 
^vill  but  bind  his  bonds  more  closely  and  finally  exhaust 
him,  the  wicked  spider  retreats  to  his  dark  corner  and 
waits  for  the  death  of  the  unhappy  prisoner. 

An  ugly  picture  !  We  will  turn  away  from  it  now 
and  see  if  we  cannot  find  a  more  pleasant  side  to  spider 
life  in  the  maternal  instinct. 

One  motherly  spider  carries  her  eggs  along  in  a 
white  silken  bag  wherever  she  goes,  as  if  she  were 
afraid  to  let  them  out  of  her  sight.     This  is  a  dusky 


THE   SI'FMKK. 


117 


Itnnvii  ov  lilack  Hpidcr,  iind  licr  yreiitcst  merit  is  tin.' 
t('M(l('i'  cure  slu'  tukcs  i;!"  her  eiiibryu,  uulmtcliud 
rainily. 

'riuTf  is  another  Hpecit's,  known  hy  Old  Couutiy 
folks  as  tlu'  "Nursing  Spidci-."  She  also  carries  her 
)»i'ecious  ei^'i^s  ill  a  fine  yellow  silk  ])ouch,  attache(l  to 
herself  hy  .strinj^s.  The  load  is  so  nicely  balanced  that 
slie  can  move  (juickly  about  without  beinf]^  in  the  least 
incoiinnoded  by  it. 

When  the  tiny  things  are  hatched  they  follow  their 
mother  in  a  long  train,  each  fastened  to  her  by  a  silken 
tln'ead.  Where  she  goes,  they  go.  They  are  of  a  briglit 
reddish  color  and  are  very  lively. 

The  old  mother  is  by  no  means  a  disagreeable-looking 
creature;  her  l)ody  is  about  the  size  of  a  small  garden 
pea,  of  a  light  yellow  brown  color. 

It  used  to  l»e  a  great  source  of  annisement  to  me  to 
watch  the  motherly  care  this  amiable  spider  took  of  her 
numerous  family  when  travelling  over  the  flower  borders. 
If  one  of  them  lagged  behind  or  seemed  disorderly,  she 
came  to  a  halt  till  they  all  assumed  the  regular  marching 
position.  What  the  word  of  command  was,  who  could 
tell  ?  But  however  it  was  given,  it  had  the  desired  effect 
of  restoring  order. 

A  few  years  ago,  when  camping  out  with  a  party  of 

friends  on  a  picturesque  and  rocky  island  in  Lovesick 

Lake,  while  the  younger  members  of  our  party  were 

bathing,  I  used  to  ramble  along  the  rockj'  margin  of  the 

9 


11H 


PEARLS   AXD    I'EUHLKS. 


laki'  to  look  tor  fernn,  fresh  water  Hhells  ami  otlier 
curioHitit'H. 

One  iiioniin;^  my  eye  was  attracted  l»y  a  ball  oF 
yellovvi.sh  silk  han<;iii^^  in  the  niidtlle  of  a  Hoft  maple 
biiHh,  growing  in  the  eleftn  of  a  tiHSure  in  the  limeHtone 
rock. 

The  hall  was  about  the  si/e  of  a  pijijeon's  o^^,  and  was 
held  in  its  place  by  a  number  of  stron«ij  lines.  On  touch- 
ing oni'  of  these  with  my  finger,  out  rushed  some  do/ens 
of  small  .spiders,  and  from  the  bottom  of  the  bush,  to 
which  several  of  the  threads  were  attached,  came  a  large 
black  spider  of  formidable  appearance  and  unusual 
fierceness  of  aspect. 

Up  she  hurried  to  the  rescue  of  her  brood,  examining 
the  nest  and  lines  with  great  care.  Finding  nothing 
injured  in  the  cradle-bed  and  its  fastenings,  she  ordered 
the  frightened  little  ones  Lack  to  their  nest,  and  as  soon 
as  she  saw  tliem  safely  housed,  retired  slowly  to  her 
post  at  the  foot  of  the  bush.  This  time,  however,  she 
took  the  precaution  to  place  herself  facing  the  ball  and 
its  contents,  that  she  might  the  better  keep  a  vigilant 
outlook  for  the  enemy. 

1  confess  that  curiosity  tempted  me  to  renew  the 
attack  just  to  see  what  the  mother  would  do,  so  I  again 
touched  one  of  the  strings.  The  vibration  was  communi- 
cated to  the  mother  as  the  little  spiders  again  ran  out, 
which  instantly  had  the  effect  of  bringing  her  up  to  their 
help. 


THE  SIM  I  )i;  11. 


110 


How  carefully  slic  ii<;iiin  .sou;;!)!  to  (liscovcr  the  cauHo 
of  tlu'  troJiblt',  her  »iii;;;ry  countenancu  showing  iiiauifeHt 
ilisplcaHure  at  the  anuoyanct'  I  had  caused. 

Upon  nearer  observation  I  perceived  tliat  a  thread  was 
attached  to  each  one  of  the  little  creuture.s,  and  this 
a^ain  to  the  centre  of  the  web,  ho  that  when  they  ran 
out  they  formed  a  circle,  and  the  movement  caused  a 
connecting  thi'ead  oi-  threads  to  convey  the  intelli^fence 
to  the  mother  below. 

1  could  not  but  admire  th«'  care  and  wonder  at  the 
marv((ll(nis  instinct  of  maternity  imphinted  as  strongly 
in  this  little  insect's  breast  as  it  is  in  that  of  any  human 
mother.  Truly  instinct  has  been  beautifully  defined  aa 
"  (iod's  gift  to  the  weak." 

There  is  a  small.  nind)le  species  of  field  s[)id(,'r,  with 
a  black  shining  body,  that  is  very  inunerous  in  rocky 
pastures. 

Having  first  prepared  a  bed  of  some  glutinous  sub- 
stance, she  S[)reads  it  in  a  thin  plate  less  in  size  than  a 
three-cent  piece.  On  this  the  eggs  are  deposited  in  due 
order,  and  over  them  is  laid  with  great  care  and  neatness 
a  circular  cover  or  lid  which  is  made  to  tit  as  exactly  as  a 
pastry-cook  would  cover  a  mince  pie  or  oyster  patty. 

So  artistically  is  our  little  spider  pie  finished,  and  the 
edges  brought  together  so  exactly,  thai  one  would  think 
it  had  been  pared  evenly  with  a  sharp  knife  and  pressed 
clo.sely  to  prevent  prying  eyes  from  discovering  the 
baby  spiders  tucked  in  so  carefully. 


120 


I'EARLS   AND    I'EHRLES. 


My  little  boy  used  to  call  tlieiii  "  little  silver  pies." 
Great  was  the  astonishinent  of  the  child  one  day,  wlien 
on  raisinir  the  edfje  of  one  of  these  little  cases  out  ran  at 
least  a  dozen  tiny  black  spiders. 

What  became  of  the  family  thus  turned  out  of  house 
and  home  I  do  not  know,  but  I  fear  they  came  to  a  sad 
end.  Jamie  did  not  inherit  his  mother's  aversion  to 
spiders,  and  the  uncertainty  attending  the  fate  of  the 
"  little  dears  "  his  curiosity  had  turned  out  into  the  cold, 
caused  the  heart  of  the  infant  naturalist  much  concern. 


PROSPECTING,  AND  WHAT   I   FOUND 
IN  MY  DIGGING. 


"  All  that  glisters  is  not  gold." 

— Merchant  of  Venice. 

One  day  last  summer  I  was  digging  in  the  grove  outside 
my  garden  for  some  fine  black  mould  with  which  to  pot 
some  geraniums.  While  poking  about  with  my  spade 
at  the  roots  of  a  decayed  old  stump,  and  stirring  the 
surface  of  the  loose  earth  and  leaves,  a  glittering  object 
caught  my  eye. 

It  was  so  Inight  that  I  really  began  to  fancy  that  I 
had  hit  upon  a  treasure,  perhaps  a  nugget,  but  when  I 
continued  to  pro.spect  for  my  gold,  to  my  surprise  it 
began  to  move,  and  presently  a  jet  black  creature,  with 
coat  like  grained  leather,  decked  with  bright  golden 
stars,  came  slowly  struggling  into  view. 

It  was  evidently  of  the  lizard  faiiiily,  but  unlike  any 
specimen  I  had  ever  before  met  with.  It  wa.'-  not  a  true 
lizard,  as  I  found  out  later. 


im 


122 


PEARLS   AND    I'EBHLES. 


In  length,  from  nose  to  the  end  of  the  tail,  it  was 
ahout  ten  inches.  The  back  was  marked  with  nine  gold 
stars  ;  there  were  also  three  on  either  side,  three  on  each 
lejj,  one  on  each  foot,  and  one  on  the  head,  which  was 
flattisli,  and  one  on  the  nose, — altoffcther  a  very  hand- 
some set  of  ornaments  shining  witii  yellow  lustre  on  its 
jet  hlack  coat. 

Knowing  the  inottensive  natui'e  of  the  creature,  and 
that  it  would  neither  bite  nor  sting,  I  transferred  it  to 
my  flower  pot  and  carried  it  home  that  I  might  study  it 
more  at  my  leisure. 

I  have  before  alluded  to  my  dislike  for  spiders  and 
reptiles  of  all  kinds,  arising  from  an  aversion  to  any- 
thing ugly  or  disgusting,  and  although  this  little 
creature  was  more  remarkable  for  its  handsome  appeai-- 
ance  than  any  of  its  kind,  I  still  preferred  looking  at  it 
to  touching  it,  and  was  surprised  at  a  young  lady  friend 
not  only  taking  my  lizard  in  her  hand,  but  actually 
petting  and  patting  it  witlujut  the  least  reluctance  or 
aversion. 

My  friend  was,  I  found,  (juite  a  naturalist.  She  told 
me  that  she  had  seen  a  specimen  of  the  same  in  Nova 
Scotia,  where  the  species,  though  rare,  was  well  known- 
She  thought  it  belonged  to  n  division  of  the  Bactrian 
order,  and  that  there  were  some  eighty  species  native  to 
North  America,  and  many  .southward  ;  possibly  it 
belonged  to  the  genus  Sdbimandria  niaculatu,  or 
Spotted  Salamander  family. 


WHAT   I    FOrXD    IX    MY    DIGGING. 


123 


After  we  had  studied  it  to  our  iiearts'  content,  and 
admired  and  counted  its  spots,  it  was  consigned  to  a 
glass  preserve  jar  half  filled  with  w'ater,  and  left  in  peace. 
Our  prisoner  did  not,  however,  appear  to  be  enjoying  the 
bath  as  much  as  we  expected  he  would,  hut  on  the 
contrary  was  evidently  desirous  of  escaping  the  liquid 
element,  raising  his  head  and  forefeet  above  the  sui-face 
and  looking  anxiously  through  the  transparent  wall  of 
his  prison  with  rather  a  doleful  expression  of  coun- 
tenance. 

He  certainly  was  not  happy,  and  I,  having  some  com- 
passion for  poor  "  Gold  Star"  in  his  captive  state,  deter- 
mined to  release  him.  After  a  confinement  of  two  days 
I  opened  the  jar  and  took  him  back  to  his  home  under 
the  stump  in  the  grove.  The  released  animal  walked  off 
very  leisurely,  but  no  doubt  enjoyed  the  sense  of  liberty, 
which  may  be  as  dear  to  a  salamander  as  to  man. 

Some  time  afterwards  I  was  describing  my  capture 
to  a  gentleir.an  who  was  inuch  interested  in  the  natural 
iiistory  of  Ontario.  He  said  it  was  a  true  salamander, 
belonging  to  the  order  Urudela,  family  Sdlamnndrice ; 
that  he  had  often  seen  both  the  spotted  and  gold-starred 
species  in  the  forests  of  southern  France,  where  they 
abound.  Like  all  the  tribe  they  are  great  insect 
devourers,  and  having  no  evil  propensities  are  never 
destroyed  by  the  country  people. 

When    on   the    Continent,   Mr.    E was   a   great 

frequenter  of  the  woods,  seeking  for  specimens  of  birds 


'  t. 


124 


I'EAUI.S   AND    I'EBHLES. 


It 

If-'- 


and  insects,  and  would  often  stay  his  steps  to  watch  and 
admire  the  beauty  of  the  ^litterinj^  coats  and  the  lively 
movements  of  these  little  creatures  as  they  darted  to 
and  fro  or  basked  in  the  sunsiiine. 

They  are  great  lovers  of  heat,  and  it  is  from  this  no 
doubt  the  idea  arose  that  the  salamander  could  live 
unhurt  by  fire.  This  was  a  mistake  of  the  ancients,  or 
it  may  have  been  simply  an  exaggeration  in  alluding  to 
the  habits  of  the  sun-loving  animal. 

Mr.  E thought  this   species  was  rare  in  eastern 

Canada,  but  might  be  found  farther  westward. 


THE    ROBIN    AND   THE    MIRROR. 


Yesterday  I  noticed  from  my  window  a  pair  of  robins 
paying  many  visits  to  a  maple  tree  at  the  edge  of  the 
lawn.  Much  time  was  spent  in  flitting  to  and  fro,  but 
there  seemed  to  be  no  settled  plan  between  the  pair 
whether  to  build  in  the  upper  or  lower  branches,  and  no 
foundation  was  laid. 

To-day  the  male  bird  made  his  appearance  without 
his  mate,  and  he  seemed  restless  and  uneasy. 

Now  it  happened  thiit  an  accident  had  broken  the 
glass  in  front  of  the  Wardian  case  appropriated  to  my 
ferns,  and  the  servant  had  lifted  it  on  the  grass  plot  for 
a  new  liglit  to  be  put  in.  The  back  oF  the  case  had  been 
fitted  with  a  plate  of  looking-glass,  and  as  Master  Robin 
flitted  jmst  he  saw  his  own  image  in  the  glass  and 
instantly  flew  to  it,  evitlently  with  Joy,  thijiking  he 
recognized  his  absent  and,  I  fear,  faithless  mate.  Rufliing 
his  feathers,  spreading  his  wings,  and  pecking  at  the 
glass  as  if  to  invite  her  in  the  most  having  manner  to  his 


126 


PEARLS    AND    I'EBHLES. 


breast,  but  tiii(iin<^  liis  entreaties  fruitless,  lie  flew  up  t(j 
the  maple — I  suppose  with  the  hope  that  the  wife  would 
respond  to  his  call-note  and  follow.  Then  down  a^ain 
the  poor  fellow  came  to  renew  his  vain  entreaties.  More 
than  half  an  hour  was  thus  spent  in  and  out  of  the  ease, 
up  and  down  from  the  tree. 

At  last,  having-  made  a  iinal  dash  at  the  j^lass,  he  went 
off  in  a  fit  of  rage  or  of  astonishment  at  the  Ijehaviour  of 
his  most  obdurate  spouse.  F^ike  some  men  and  women, 
Rob  had  taken  the  semblance  for  reality  and  bi'en 
deceived. 

A  more  touching  and  somewhat  sindlar  incident  was 
one  I  witnessed  wlien  travelling  in  the  country  .some 
years  ago. 

In  the  room  into  which  I  wa^  shown  by  the  mistress 
of  the  hotel  was  a  large  mirror,  and  while  standing 
before  it  I  noticed  the  strange  behaviour  of  a  pretty 
canary  bird,  whicli  hovereil  with  an  inpatient  fluttering 
motion  over  my  head  ;  but  on  my  moving  away  the 
little  bird  flew  to  the  glass  uttering  a  peculiar  cry,  and 
then  a  thrilling  song  was  followed  by  the  creature  flying 
to  the  empty  cage  and  back  again  to  where  its  own  putty 
image  was  reflected  in  the  glass,  and  which  it  evidently 
took  for  its  mate. 

On  my  remarking  upon  the  strange  actions  of  the 
canary,  the  mistress  of  the  house  told  me  that  its  mate 
had  died,  and  that  the  poor  widowed  bird  had  never 
ceased  its  mourning.     She  had  let  it  out  of  the  cage 


THE    ROBIN   AND   THE    MIRROR. 


127 


because  it  was  so  unhappy,  and  seeing  its  own  image 
had  taken  it  for  the  dead  mate. 

"  Indeed,  madam,"  she  said,  "  the  creature  is  for  all 
the  world  like  us  in  its  grief ;  it  makes  my  own  heart 
sad  to  see  it  take  on  so.  I  do  not  know  what  to  do,  for 
I  love  the  little  thing  and  fear  it  will  destroy  itself 
beating  its  breast  on  the  glass." 

I  advised  her  to  put  it  in  the  cage  and  cover  it  over 
so  as  to  darken  it  awhile,  or  to  take  it  out  of  the  room 
where  the  mirror  was,  which  I  think  she  did. 

In  neither  of  these  cases  can  we  well  I'efer  the  actions 
of  the  birds  to  the  law  of  instinct  alone 


IN  THE  CANADIAN  WOODS. 


SPRING. 

' '  If  thou  art  worn  and  liard  beset 

With  sorrows  that  thou  wouldst  forget, 
If  thou  wouldst  read  a  lesson  that  will  keep 
Thy  heart  from  fainting  and  thy  soul  from  sleep, 
Go  to  the  woods  and  hills  I — no  tears 
Dim  the  sweet  look  that  Nature  wears." 

— Lotujfeilov). 

At  no  season  of  the  year  are  the  woods  more  attractive 
than  in  the  early  spring,  when,  weary  of  their  snowy 
covering,  we  hail  with  increasing  satisfaction  the  break- 
ing forth  of  the  tender  leafage  as  it  bursts  from  the 
brown  buds  which  had  encased  it  during  the  long  months 
oF  frost  anil  winter  snows. 

No,  newly  hatched  butterfly  expanding  its  crumpled 
wings  to  the  glad  sunshine  is  more  alive  to  the  genial 
influence  of  sun  and  breeze  than  are  the  young  opening 


IX   THE   CANADIAN'    WOODS. 


129 


leaveH  of  the  iiiapLe,  poplar,  beecli  and  birch,  as  thi'y 
greet  the  soft  winds  of  April  and  May,  and  Hatter  forth 
into  full  free  life.  The  very  bark  on  the  t;vigs  takes  a 
living  freshness  of  tint  and  color,  in  place  of  the  dull 
hard  deadness  of  its  winter  hue. 

In  April  the  sap  rises  in  the  dark  thready  foliage  of 
the  pines,  and  the  heavy  boughs  of  the  hendock  and 
spruce,  those  faithful  hardy  evergreens  of  the  forest, 
brightening  the  sondn-e  growth  of  former  seasons  with  a 
rich  full  tender  verdure,  harbinger  of  the  brighter  tints 
of  later  trees. 

Then  the  American  larcli — the  tamarac  of  the  Indians 
— begins  to  put  forth  !ier  light  green  leaves  and  hang 
out  her  rosy  taasels  of  red  buds  all  along  the  slender 
pendent  branches.  Beautiful  as  flowers  are  these  soft 
red  cones  peeping  out  from  the  clustei-s  of  delicate 
thready  leaves  which  guard  them,  and  forming  <k'light- 
ful  contrasts  to  the  deeper  shades  of  the  surrounding 
foliage. 

It  is  the  tough,  elastic  roots  of  the  tamarac  that  are 
chiefly  used  by  the  Indians  in  making  their  birch-bark 
canoes.  Tliis  is  the  "  wah-fap,"  which,  after  it  has  been 
stripped  from  the  yellow  bark,  and  steeped  for  many 
hours  in  water  to  render  it  more  supple,  is  coiled  away 
ready  for  use. 

The  graceful  tassels,  or  ''  catkins,"  as  they  are  com- 

IfiBkinly  called^  of  the  willow  and   the  birch,  which  have 

been  growing  in  secret  all  through    last  autumn,  are 

0 


\V,y 


130 


PEARLS   AND    PEBBLES. 


amonj^  the  first  buds  of  the  hardwood  forest  trees  to 
unfold,  and  are  now  "  dancing  in  breezy  mirth  "  on  every 
little  spray.  The  least  breath  of  w^ind  sets  them  in 
motion,  tossinj^  them  to  and  fro  as  though  the  whole  tree 
were  (juivering  with  the  joy  of  its  new  life. 

Near  by,  but  with  less  lively  aspect,  the  stately  elm 
shows  its  olive-tinted,  furry  flower-buds  in  soft  contrast 
to  the  pointed,  shining  red  cases  that  enclose  the  foliage 
and  fruitage  of  its  neighbor,  the  graceful  beech. 

The  first  of  all  to  give  the  tender  color  of  spring  to  the 
distant  woods  are  the  quivering  aspen  and  the  silvery 
poplar.  The  trees  on  the  outer  edge  of  the  forest,  and 
within  readier  reach  of  the  sun's  rays,  drink  in  their 
warmth  and  are  the  first  to  send  out  i-esponsive  life  in 
opening  bud  and  leaf,  an  earnest  of  all  that  is  to  follow 
when  the  fresh  verdure  shall  clothe  every  bush  and  tree 
with  its  robe  of  life  and  beauty. 

Then  as  the  snow  melts,  the  first  forest  flowers  appear, 
the  earliest  to  greet  us  being  the  Liver-leaf,  or  "  Snow 
Flower,"  as  the  old  settlers  have  appropriately  named  the 
Hepatica  triloba.  The  sweetest  of  our  spring  flowers,  it 
takes  the  place  to  us  of  the  dear  English  primrose.  The 
starry  blossoms  are  pure  white,  and  blue,  and  pink  of 
several  tints.  They  spring  up  all  wrapped  in  silken 
sheen  from  the  sheltering  beds  of  the  old  leaves  that 
have  clung  to  them,  as  if  to  guard  the  hidden  life  from 
the  bitter  frosts  of  the  lingering  winter.  > 


IX   THE   CANADIAN   WOODS. 


131 


Then  comeH  Spring  Beauty,  tlie  (Jinijtonia  Virginica, 

"  That  deliciito  forost  flower, 
With  Hcented  breath,  and  hK)k  so  like  a  smilo, 
SeeniH,  as  it  issucH  from  the  sliapeloHH  mould, 
An  emanati(m  of  the  indwelling  Life." 

— Brxjant. 

Hosts  of  violets  of  all  shades  f'>'low,  and  are  among 
the  earliest  of  the  forest  flowers:  Imt,  alas,  the  ruthless 
advance  of  man  upon  the  scene,  in  cutting  down  the 
sheltering  trees,  has  I'ohbecl  the  spring  flowers  of  the 
warm  winter  cloak  which  protected  them  from  the  bitter 
winds,  so  that  wiiile  formerly  we  lookeil  for  these  lovely 
flowers  in  April,  we  now  seldom  And  them  before  May. 
Some  indeed  of  the  forost  plants  have  disappeared  and 
we  see  them  no  more.  Types  are  they  of  the  native 
race,  the  Indian  children  of  the  land,  fast  passing  away. 
"  Thou  shalt  seek  them  ir  the  morning,  and  shalt  not 
And  them." 

SUMMER. 


' '  Under  the  greenwood  tree 
Who  loves  to  lie  with  me, 
And  turn  his  men-y  note 
Unto  the  sweet  bird's  throat, 
Come  hither,  come  hither,  come  hither  : 
Here  shall  ho  see 
No  enemy 
But  winter  and  rough  weather." 

—As  Yon  Like  It. 

But  it  is  no  rough  weather  that  we  shall  meet  this 


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I'EAHI.S    ANI»    I'KIUII.KS. 


lovl 


y  siiiiiiiit'i'  <Iay  if  my  iviiiltr  will  j;(»  with   lu 


into 


tilt'  Toi-cHt  ^liidcs. 


iJt 


t'l'f  is  ii  |»jithw<iy  miller 


til 


I'  iiiiiiileH  unit  iK'fC'lH'H 


n 


\v\ 


UH  follow  it  and  scf  tin-  woods  in  all  thcii'  rich  Hnninn  r 
array.  The  .lunc  ruins  and  July  lu-at  have  dt'i'iicnt-d 
and  strcn^^tlu'iit'd  tlwir  coloring  and  ^ivcn  nuiturod  lite 
and   viiroi'  to   leaf  and  lirancli,  ho  that  we  shall  find  a 


3h 


th 


rh 


•h 


riclici'  tlioujjfli  pcriiaps  iiiort'  suhducd  hoanty  o['  i'orni 
and  color  than  that  of  tlu-  tender  loveliness  of  the 
aprinj;'. 

Overhead  the  light  semi-transparent  leaves  are  all 
astir,  (iuiverin<:j  in  th<'  breeze  as  the  sunshini'  conns 
fitfully  down  through  the  tree-tops  and  casts  moving- 
shadows  on  the  (lark  mould  below. 

Looking  around  us  we  mark  the  endless  variety  of 
graceful  forms  in  tree  and  leaf  and  flower.  Tlie  earth  is 
teeniini;  with  luxuriance,  and  one  might  almost  fancv 
her  conscious  of  all  the  wealth  of  vegetable  treasures 
she  bears  on  her  capacious  breast,  and  which  she  has 
brought  forth  and  nourished. 

Besides  the  lofty  maples,  oaks,  beeches,  elms  and 
birches,  there  is  the  leafy  basswood  (American  lime), 
scenting  tlie  air  with  the  fragrance  of  its  cream v 
blossoms,  and,  farther  on,  the  subtle  almond-like  scent 
of  the  black  cherry  betrays  its  presence  among  the  trees  : 
though  but  for  its  scent  we  should  not  have  distinguished 
it  from  among  its  loftier  compeers  of  the  wood. 

Is  it  the  gummy  odor  of  the  sweet  birch  that  is  so 


IN     IIIK    CANADIAN    WdojiS. 


piciisaut  or  is  it  tlio  sweet  Hcout  of  those  lovely  pyroliis 

tlillt    Holiir    ol"    the   coUIltl\\    I'olUs    liiisiiinne    "  lilies  ol"   the 

valley,"  hut  which  the  more  jeiinieij  hotimist  cluHseM 
with  (he  Mejitli  raniilv,  althouy;li  the  atfinitv  to  the 
heather  is  not  apparent  to  the  imleanieil  lover  ol"  wild 
llowers  ol"  the  foi-est  ! 

Ainoiif^  the  less  important  Forest  trees,  the  hlooni  of 
the  h()rn-l)ean»  attracts  the  eye,  and  truly  no  Mower  can 
han;^  niori;  trracehilly  from  its  pendent  spray  than  do 
tlu'M-  pretty  greenisli  white  sacs,  reseml)lini,rsti'oni,dy  the 
hop  which  one  sees  twiniiifj  its  ten<lrils  al)Out  the  lattice 
ol'  many  a  poor  si'ttler's  veranda  in  the  backwoods, 
where  it  is  cultivated  alike  for  ornament  and  use. 

The  rou^h  furry  eases  of  the  beechnuts  are  now 
e'ivini^  an  olive  hue  to  the  branches,  and  a  darker,  moi-e 
somV)re  color  to  the  liglit  };'roeii  foliaije  which  so  cl)arme(l 
us  in  the  first  Husli  of  spring.  There  is  on  their  laden 
branches  the  promi.se  of  an  abuiKhmt  supply  for  many 
of  Clod's  pensioners,  the  S(|uirrel,  the  fit'ld-mouse,  the 
e;roundho<f,  the  porcupine,  and  otliers  of  the  roving 
denizens  of  the  woods  and  wilds.  These  creatures  know 
well  the  time  of  the  dropping  (4'  the  glossy  three-.sided 
nuts,  and  hasten  diligently  to  gather  up  their  stores. 
They  gather  that  they  did  not  toil  for  or  sow,  but  their 
bountiful  Father  openeth  His  hand  and  tilleth  all  things 
living  with  plenteousness. 

How  deep  is  the  silence  of  the   forest !     A  strange 

sweet  sense  of  restful  stillness  seems  to  come  down  upon 
10 


134 


PEARLS   AND   PEBBLES. 


the  soul.  One  .scarcely  cares  to  tread  too  roughly,  for  it 
is  as  if  the  sliadow  of  the  mighty  God  of  all  creation 
were  around  us  calling  for  an  unspoken  prayer  of  praise 
and  adoration. 

We  stand  beneath  the  pines  and  enter  the  grand 
pillared  aisles  with  a  feeling  of  nmte  reverence  ;  these 
stately  trunks  bearing  their  plumed  heads  so  high  abo\e 
us  seem  a  meet  rooting  for  His  temple  who  reared  them 
to  His  praise.  "  Where  is  the  house  that  ye  build  unto 
me  ?    .    .    .    Hath  not  my  hand  made  all  these  things  ?  " 

And  hark  1  through  the  aerial  harp-strings,  swept  by 
the  sighing  winds,  are  there  not  hymns  of  melody  and 
praise  unheard  by  human  ears  that  ascend  up  on  high 
even  to  His  throne  i  "O  ye  winds  of  God,  praise  Him 
and  magnify  His  name  forever  !  " 

There  are  melodies  in  ocean,  earth  and  air,  unheeded 
by  man  as  he  goes  forth  to  his  daily  labor,  but  heard  by 
unseen  spirits  in  the^'*  7  'inistrations  of  love  fulfilling  the 
will  of  our  Father. 

Not^many  living  creatures  cross  our  path  in  these 
leafy  solitudes,  unless  by  chance  we  disturb  some  red 
squirrel  from  his  seat  on  a  moss-covei-ed  fallen  trunk. 
At  our  approach  lie  darts  \ip  the  nearest  tree  in  swift 
gyrations,  for  these  little  creatures  climb  in  circles,  first 
on  one  side  then  on  the  other.  The  eye  can  scarcely 
follow  his  track  unt.l  he  reaches  a  projecting  fork  where 
he  finds  a  hiding-place  :  there,  made  bolder  by  distance, 
he  stops  to  look  down,  perhaps  not  in  fear  but  with 


IN   THE   CANADIAN    WOODS. 


i:J5 


curiosity  and  somethiuf^  of  displeasure,  upon  the  unwel- 
coinc  intruder.  He  expresses  his  anji;('r  l)v  uttering 
sharp  scolding  notes,  setting  up  his  tine  lurry  tail  us  a 
hanner  of  detiance. 

Listen  to  that  soft  whispering  sound.  It  cannot  he 
called  a  song  it  is  so  soft  and  monotonous.  It  is  the 
note  of  a  tiny  brown  bird  that  flits  among  the  pine 
cones,  one  of  the  little  tree-cree})ers,  a  Sitta  or  a 
Certhia,  gentle  birds  small  as  the  tiniest  of  our  wrens. 

They  live  among  the  cone-liearing  evergreens,  glean- 
ing their  daily  meal  from  Ix-tween  the  chinks  of  the 
rugged  bark  where  they  find  the  larvse  upon  which 
they  feed. 

As  they  flit  to  and  fro  they  utter  this  little  call-note 
to  their  companions,  so  soft  that  it  would  pass  unnoticed 
but  for  the  silence  that  reigns  around  us. 

We  call  this  little  denizen  of  the  pine  forest  the 
"  Whisperer,"  and  I  have  some  doul)t  if  I  am  right  in  sup- 
posing it  to  be  a  Certhia  or  a  Sitta.  I  cannot  recognize 
it  in  Mr.  Mcllwraith's  "  Birds  of  Ontario.'  I  know  it 
only  as  a  tiny  brown  tree-creeper,  that  runs  up  and  down 
the  trees  uttering  its  soft  whispering  note.  It  is  smaller 
and  less  pretty  than  the  tiny  black  and  white  spotted 
woodpecker  that  comes  to  the  trees  in  my  garden  or  taps 
with  its  strong  bill  on  the  shingle<l  roof  of  the  house — 
a  (juick,  noisy  rapping,  as  nuich  as  to  say,  "  Here  I  am  I 
— here  I  am  !  "  Or  perhaps  I  see  a  pair  of  these  pretty 
fellows  busy  on  the  moss-crusted  garden  fence.    So  busy 


m 


I    .5!!  ' 


il'l 


i;i() 


PEARLS   AND    CEBULES. 


art'  tlu'V  that  tlicy  will  let  one  come  within  a  few  feet  of 
them  befon'  they  dart  ofi'  to  the  nearest  tree  or  post. 
One  kind  is  striped,  with  a  red  spot  on  its  head  ;  the; 
larger  ones  are  more  spotted. 

Though  tliere  is  less  luxuriance  in  the  Iierbage  grow 
ing   beneath    the    pines    than     under    tlie    maples    and 
beeches,  we  yet  find  some  rare  and  k)vely  plants  flourish- 
in<r  there  that  ai'e  not  found  in  tlie  ricliei'  soil  under  tin; 
hardwood  trees. 

Manv  of  the  little  everm-eens  known  bv  the  familiar 
ami  descriptive  name  of  wintergreens  aboiuid,  especially 
the  beautiful  starry-flowered  pyrolas. 

Here  is  one,  the  Pi])fiissnva  or  "  lliieumatism  Weed  " 
of  the  herl>alist.  with  the  t-'lossv  shinin<;  leaves  and 
lovely  wax-liki'  ])iid<  ilowers.  It  is  a  floral  gem.  Mark 
its  ro.sv  stem,  its  dark  yrecn  st-ri-ated  leaves  and  umbel 
of  pink-tinted  flowers.  Within  the  hollow  of  each  petal 
we  see  the  stamens  and  amethyst-colored  anthers  sur- 
rounding the  thick-ribbed,  turban-shaped  stigma  in  the 
centre  of  emei'ald  green.  Who  can  look  upon  this 
ex()uisite  flower  without  a  feeling  of  pleasure  ^  It 
seems  to  me  jierfeet  in  all  its  parts. 

There  are  many  others  of  this  family  growing  in  tlu^ 
woods,  but  they  generally  prefer  the  richer  soil  under 
tlu!  hardwood  trees,  where  also  they  can  get  more 
moisture. 

Of  these  tlie  Moneses  unijlora  is  one  of  the  most 
beautiful.     It  has  but  one  pure  milk-white  blossom,  each 


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petal  elt'o'iintly  scalloped,  and  sending'  forth  a  delicious 
perfume.  The  pistil  of  the  Monenes  is  most  sin<j,ular.  It 
is  much  lon<>;er  than  the  closely  appressed  stamens,  and 
terminates  in  a  little  bri<j;'ht  ;;reen  [jointed  crown  some- 
what inclinino"  downward.      This  plant  is  rare. 

Thei-e  is  another  small  species  less  fra^a-ant,  the  flower 
of  which  is  <;'reenish  white  ami  inferior  in  l)eauty  to  the 
milk  white  and  lart^er  plants. 

Where  the  jjround  inclines  to  be  njckv,  or  in  the 
vicinity  of  water,  we  come  upon  a  bed  of  sweet  May 
flower.  It  is  rather  late  this  vear.  Mav  and  June  are 
its  months  I'or  blooming,  but  sonie  will  linj;er  in  shady 
damp  spots,  even  on  into  July  and  Au^aist. 

"  Sweet  flowers  that  linger  ere  they  fade. 
Whose  last  are  sweetest." 


What  a  gummy  fragrance  about  this  charming  plant 
with  the  piidc  bells,  red  stems  and  oval  leaves  I  It  is  in 
the  mossy  glands  of  the  stalks  and  buds  that  the  aroma 
lies  and  is  given  out  fi'om  this  bt-autiful  Creeping 
Arbutus,  for  it  belongs  to  that  charming  ornamental 
family.  It  would  be  desirable  addition  to  the  tiailing 
))lants  of  our  rockeries  and  hanging  baskets  could  we 
prevail  upon  it  to  abide  with  us,  l)ut  it  loxcs  too  wrll  its 
own  wild  rockv  forest  haunts,  and  the  i)inv  soil  its 
rootlets  find  in  the  crevices  between  the  stones,  to 
readily  change  its  habits. 

Creeping  over  little  hillocks  in  shady  ground  we  see 


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that  kindly  little  everj^'een,  the  dark  round-leafed 
Partridge  Berry  {Mitchella  repens),  with  its*  fragrant 
starrv  wliite  blossoms,  and  at  the  foot  of  that  old  hem- 
lock  sjiriice  there  is  a  cluster  of  orchids,  the  handsome 
striped  en-  coral-rooted  orchids. 

These  showy  flowers  come  up  destitute  of  green 
leaves,  but  with  many  stems,  ;  *me  more  than  a  foo  in 
height  and  load<'(l  with  flowers  of  a  pale  fawn  color, 
striped  with  deep  ci'imson.  Silvery  scales  take  tlie 
place  of  leaf  and  bract,  and  there  are  often  from  ten  to 
twenty  or  thirty  flowers  on  the  scaly  stems,  a  mass  of 
fine  color  growing  closely  together.  The  irregular 
white-knobbed  root  stalk  has  given  it  the  name  of 
Coral  Hoot  (Corallorhlza  multijiora). 

There  are  other  species  of  the  orchid  family  dispersed 
among  the  pines,  though  it  is  generally  in  boggy  or 
peaty  soil  these  rare  and  singular  plants  are  found.  Yet 
here  is  a  near  connection — and  one  often  found  in  the 
pine  woods,  wht'ic  we  notice  it  growing  on  the  decaying 
trunk  of  somt'  I'alk-n  tret — fhe  [)early-flowered  Rattle- 
snake Plantain  {Goodyera  repens).  Its  deep  green 
leaves,  with  the  milk-white  traceries  over  their  surface 
and  the  semi-transpai-ent  sac-lipped  little  flower,  surely 
make  it  deserving  of  a  Ix'tter  name,  and  one  more  in 
keeping  witli  its  near  neighbor  and  relative,  the  Ladies' 
Tresses,  so-called  from  the  spiral  an-angement  of  its  leaves 
and  stalks. 

But  the  slanting  sunbeams  gilding  the  red  trunks  of 


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the  pines  warn  me  it  is  time  to  retrace  my  steps,  and 
the  sound  of  the  jangling  cow-hells  sp''aks  audibly  of  the 
hour  when  the  children  will  he  looking  for  their  tea. 


AUTUMX. 

"  See  how  the  great  old  fi-rest  vie,s 
With  Jill  the  glories  of  the  skies, 

In  streaks  without  a  name  ; 
And  leagues  on  leagues  of  scarlet  spires. 
And  temples  lit  with  crimson  fires, 

And  palaces  of  tlame  I 
And  domes  on  domes  that  gleam  afar. 
Through  many  a  goM  and  crimson  bar 

With  azure  overhead  ; 
While  forts,  with  towers  on  towers  arise, 
As  if  they  meant  to  scale  the  skies. 

With  banners  bloody  red  " 

— Alexiiuili'T  Mi'Lai'ldiiii. 


Silentlv  but  surelv  the  summer  with  all  its;  wealth  of 
flower  has  left  us,  though  wa  still  lui\ c  a  few  of  its 
Latest  blossoms  lingering  on  into  tlie  rii)ened  glory  of 
the  autunni  daj^s.  Our  roadsides  and  waste  places  are 
brilliant  with  the  g.iy  waving  Golden  Rod  {Solidago) — 
that  sun-loving  flower  which  does  not  fade  and  di'oop  its 
golden  spikes  under  the  August  and  September  heat. 

Graceful  asters,  too,  of  man^vi  sorts  are  blooming  in  sun- 
shine and  in  shade,  and  many  a  beautiful  gentian,  both 
the  fringed-flower  of  the  poet  and  the  later  variety, 
have  I  gathered  late  in  October. 

August  suns  ha%e  ripencl  the  grain,  and  the  harvest 


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P^ 


moon  Ii;vs  nvt  o\oi-  tlu"  fields  now  ready  for  the  plough, 
where  the  sower  will  soon  be  abroad  scattering  the  seed 
tor  another  year. 

( fod's  silent  workers  have  not  been  idle.  They  have 
gathered  in  the  harvest  on  plain  and  wayside  wastes,  on 
lonely  lake  sliore  and  by  the  banks  of  the  gliding  river. 
The  dormouse  and  the  ground  sijuiiTel  (our  little 
striped  chipmunk),  and  the  red  and  black  squirrel  have 
already  begun  to  lay  by  stores  of  kernels,  seeds  and 
grain.  Tlie  musqurcsh,  the  otter  and  the  beaver  may 
delay  yet  a  little  till  the  frosty  nights  warn  them  that 
"  time  and  tide  wait  for  no  man,"  nor  yet.  for  the  wild 
creatures  that  build  by  forest,  lake  and  stream. 

The  brown  acorns,  glossy  and  shii.ing,  now  fall  with 
every  win<l  that  shakes  the  branches.  The  rugged 
husks  of  the  beech  have  opened  wide  to  let  the  bright 
three-sided  mast  fall  to  the  earth  to  be  gathered  up  by 
"  the  wild  flock  that  never  need  a  fold." 

Truly,  it  is  wonderfully  strange,  yet  true,  that  each 
one  knows  exactly  how  much  it  will  require  to  keep  its 
family  during  the  winter  months.  Here  is  a  calculation 
that  defies  many  a  thrifty  human  housekeeper.  He  that 
gathers  much  hath  nothing  over,  and  he  that  gathers 
little  hath  no  lack. 

The  ])ines  are  strewing  the  ground  with  a  soft  carpet  of 
spiny  needle  like  leaves,  the  product  of  former  seasons, 
and  already,  early  in  Septemljer,  n  few  brilliant  scarlet 
leaves  have  appeared  among  the  green   of  the  maples. 


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while  the  biix-h  and  poplur  han^  out  their  j^olden 
l)iinners,  Hoon  to  scatter  them  abroad.  Not  less  attrac- 
tive are  the  vounj;  beeches  as  seen  ayainst  tlie  fvdl  «hirk 
i^reeii  oF  the  spruce  and  hendock. 

On  the  outskirts  of  the  wood,  or  on  the  bank  of  hike 
or  stream,  the  eye  is  cau<>;ht  by  fringes  of  every  hue, 
the  red  of  the  osier  beds,  tl»e  hijj^h  bush  cranberry  with 
its  purplish  tinge  of  foliage  and  rich  crimson  fruit, 
while  the  glorious  scarlet  of  the  prinos,  or  "  winter 
berry,''  like  the  holly  of  the  motherland,  charms  us  by 
its  gay  fruitage.  The  old  settlers  call  this  fine  shrub — 
for  it  does  not  attain  to  the  dignity  of  a  tree — the 
"  Pigeon  Berry." 

I  know  a  rocky  island  in  Stony  Lake,  not  far  from 
our  own  little  island  of  Minnewawa,  where  there  is  a 
splendid  bush  laden  with  the  berries  and  dark  shining 
leaves  ;  a  lovely  object  it  a[)peared  reflected  on  the  still 
bosom  of  the  lake  that  bright  September  morning. 
What  a  feast  for  the  wild  birds  !  One  ahnost  envied 
tliem  their  treat. 

The  juniper  and  the  red  cedar,  too,  are  very  beautiful ; 
the  mealy  whiteness  of  the  one  and  the  blue  tints  of  the 
clustering  l>erries  of  the  other  are  now  in  perfection, 
ready  for  the  little  hoarders  of  the  fruits  of  the 
wilderness. 

Of  all  the  seasons  in  Canada,  that  of  Septendxn-  is  the 
most  enjoyable.  Heat  we  have  for  a  short  time,  but  not 
overpowering.     Tlie  sunnner  indeed  is  gone,  but  there  is 


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a  droiiniy  .softness,  a  fulut'ss  and  finish,  if  I  may  so 
express  it,  tliat  is  very  near  perfection.  Tliis  is  the 
pause  before  the  ecjuinoctial  j^ales  come  to  rend  the 
trees  and  strew  the  eartli  with  a  rich  covering  of  leaves, 
ere  the  Frost  King  lias  with  his  nipping  fingers  touched 
the  oak,  the  maple,  the  elm  and  the  beech,  changing 
their  green  leaves  to  every  shade  of  crim.son,  .scarlet, 
orange,  yellow,  and  russet  brown.  These  colors,  as  tlie 
days  steal  by,  light  up  the  landscape  with  a  pas.sing 
glory — a  glory  that  has  with  it  a  sense  of  sadness,  too, 
for  it  is  the  beauty  that  heralds  in  decay — Nature's 
fever  glow  on  the  cheek  of  the  dying  ytar. 

An  English  artist,  accustomed  to  study  the  more  sober 
hues  of  the  foliage  in  the  woods  and  hedgerows  of  his 
own  country,  gazed  with  almost  despairing  eyes  upon 
one  of  our  glowing  autunuial  landscapes.  Striking  his 
hands  together,  he  exclaimed  :  "  Those  contrasts  of  color 
are  too  brilliant  I  Those  cloudless  skies,  that  deep  blue 
water,  those  gorgeous  scarlets,  orange  and  reds — how 
can  such  a  scene  as  this  be  rendered  faithfully  as  a 
truthful  picture  of  Canadian  scenery  ?  '  What  exagger- 
ation ! '  would  be  the  verdict.  How  can  I  tone  it  all 
down  to  be  believed  in  ?  Yet  how  surpassingly  beauti- 
ful it  is 

But  the  lovely  pageatitry  soon  disappears.  A  day  of 
pouring  rain,  a  sweeping  wind  or  night  of  frost,  and 
the  glory  has  departed,  and  we  may  write  upon  it, 
"  Ichabod,"  while  the  breeze  sounds  its  re(|uiem  in  wails 


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and  sobs  among  the  leafless  bouglis,  or  sliivers  with 
rustling  sound  the  leaves  still  clinging  to  the  young 
beeches  and  oak  saplings  in  the  forest. 

There  is  a  change  in  the  climate  since  the  time  when 
we  used  to  look  for  the  Indian  summer.  The  destruc- 
tion of  the  forest  trees  has  told  upon  it  in  many  ways. 
We  feel  it  in  the  sweep  of  the  wind  in  autumn  and 
spring  especially,  in  the  drifting  snow  of  winter,  and 
in  the  growing  scarcity  of  the  fish  in  our  lakes. 

Those  soft  calm  days  of  November  or  late  October  are 
now  seldom  experienced — the  frosty  nights,  misty 
mornings,  and  warm  days  when  the  sun,  veiled  by  the 
smoky  atmosphere,  looked  red  and  strange,  yet  not 
inspiring  fear — day  after  day  of  changeless  calm  which 
the  natives  call  Indian  summer,  claiming  it  as  if  it  o^ 
right  belonged  to  tliem.  "  Our  sunnner,"  the}'  say  ;  "  the 
month  of  our  harvest  of  rice,  the  hunter's  month,  the 
fisher's  month  ' — thus  they  call  the  last  three  months  of 
the  year.  But  with  the  forests  the  In<lians  and  their 
summer  are  both  passing  away. 

My  sister's  lines  on  the  Indian  Summer  may  well  be 
quoted  here  : 

"  By  the  purple  haze  that  lies 

On  the  di.stant  rocky  hei^  ht, 
By  the  deep  blue  oi  the  skiet, 

By  the  smoky  amber  light 
Through  the  forest  arches  streaming, 
Where  Nature  on  her  throne  sits  dreaming, 
And  the  sun  is  scarcely  gleaming 

Through  the  cloudlets,  snowy  white, — 


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I! 


Wintor's  lovely  honild  grci'ts  us 
Eru  the  ico-crownutl  tyrant  inuutH  uh. 

'  This  (Iroary  Indidii  HUiiiiiior  <lay 

Attunes  tho  soul  to  toncler  sadness; 
Wcj  love — hut  joy  not  in  the  ray ; 

It  is  not  sunuuer's  fervid  gladness, 
But  a  inehincholy  glory 

Hovering  softly  round  decay, — 
Like  swan  that  sings  her  own  sad  story 
Ere  she  floats  in  death  away." 

— i:hi8(inna  Moudie. 


WINTER. 

"  Sharp  is  the  frost,  the  Northern  Light 
Flickers  and  shoots  its  streamers  ))right  ; 
Snowdrifts  cumber  the  untnicked  road, 
liends  the  pine  with  its  heavy  load." 

—  FranrAs  Rije. 

There  is  .silence  in  the  t'ore.st.  The  l)irds  that  came 
to  make  their  .summer  .sojourn  liere  have  long  .since  for- 
saken us.  All  are  ^'one — not  a  Hon<;',  not  a  twitter  or 
chirj),  meets  the  ear.  Ev(>n  tht;  lively  little  ground 
squirrel  has  gathered  in  his  stores  antl  retired  to  his 
warm,  cosy  house  under  the  root  of  oak  or  heech,  where, 
within  rcmch  of  his  well-tilled  granary,  he  is  snugly 
cuddled  with  his  furry  family,  a  happy  denizen  of  ins 
native  woods.  The  bolder,  hardier  red  .S(]uirrel  is  safely 
lioused  in  the  fork  of  a  hollow  tree,  sheltered  from  blus- 
tering wintry  winds  and  drifting  snow.  Tiie  racoon,  the 
porcupine,  the  little  field-mouse,  are  all  hidden  in  nest  or 


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l)iii-i-ov\-,  ami  oven  the  bears  with  their  cubs  are  .sleei)iii;r 
in  their  secret  liauntH. 

F(!vv  intleed  of  the  hanlier  birds  that  winter  with  us 
are  lunv  seen  to  venture  from  tlie  close  coverts  of  the 
<lense  ccidar  swamps;  only  on  chance  sunny  days  the 
crossl)ill,  the  pine  (grosbeak  oi"  the  hardy  blue  ja\'  will 
come  near  our  dvvellinffs,  and  the  little  spotted  wood- 
pecker be  heard  upon  the  trindv  of  s(jme  nei<,dd)orincr 
nionarcli  of  the  forest  tap))in<jj  and  I'appin*,^  as  busy  as 
a  bee. 

The  hunter  and  the  hnnl)erman  may  sometimes  catch 
•si^ht  of  the  little  tree  cree[)er  and  the  titmouse  flittin}.^ 
amon<;  the  pines  in  search  of  the  insects  hidden  in  the 
bark  and  cones,  or  hear  the  rajiid  sonorous  strokes  of 
th  '  lirjife  woodpecker, — tlie  red-capped  "cock  of  the 
woods  " — liannuering  away  on  some  old  tree  and  strip- 
ping down  great  sheets  of  bark  from  the  fast  decaying 
trunk  :  l»ut  only  in  the  tliickest  of  the  fon-st  would  this 
be,  for  rarely  is  this  large  species  met  with  elsewhere. 

Tlie  ruffed  grouse  that  is  connnonly  called  "  wood 
parti-idge "  is  not  migratory ;  both  it  and  the  spruce 
partridge  abide  the  winter  hidden  in  the  spruce  and 
hemlock  woods.  All  through  the  cold  months  of  the 
Canadian  season  they  feed  on  the  scanty  berries  of  the 
wintergreen,  the  buds  of  spruce,  and  the  red  hark  of  the 
wild  raspberry.  The  latter  imparts  a  red  tinge  and 
much  bitterness  to  the  flesh,  an<l  by  the  month  of 
February  renders  it  unfit  for  food. 


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'  'I 

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II 


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I 


■,<•! 


! 


The  Frost  King  is  alu'ojul,  ami  as  by  the  limbic  touch 
of  an  enchanter's  wand  has  wrou<'ht  a  wonch'ous  chanife 
within  the  forest  as  well  as  on  lake  and  stream. 

What  has  l)econie  of  the  unsightly  heaps  of  brush- 
wood, the  dSHti  of  fallen  rotting  leaves,  of  stalks  of 
withered  flowers  and  rank  herbage,  the  blackened 
stumps,  the  old  prostrate  wind  blown  trees  !*  Where 
are  they  now  i'  Herc^  is  purity  without  a  sign  of  decay. 
All  that  otiended  the  sight  in  our  forest  walks  has 
\iinislied. 

A  spotless  robe  of  dazzling  whiteness,  .soft  and  bright 
as  the  swan's  downy  brea.st,  is  spread  over  all  that  was 
unsightly.  The  new-fallen  .snow  decks  every  fan-like 
spray  of  hemlock,  balsam,  fir,  and  spruce,  with  mimic 
wreaths  of  fairy  flowers.  Tlie  young  saplings,  weak 
and  slender,  bend  beneath  their  burden,  lightly  as  it 
seems  to  lie  upon  them,  weighing  them  down  until  they 
touch  the  ground,  forming  bowers  and  graceful  arcades 
of  crystal  brightness ;  even  the  very  stumps  are  dressed 
with  turbans  whiter  than  the  far-famed  looms  of  Decca 
could  weave  or  art  of  fuller  whiten. 

Looking  upward  we  see  a  hazy  veil  above  the  dark 
funereal  pine  tops,  through  which  the  silvery  stars  gleam 
softly,  while  fantastic  shadows  checker  the  glittering 
snow  beneath  our  feet.  All  about  us  is  a  stillness  so 
profound  that  it  would  seem  as  if  Nature  herself  lay 
wrapped  in  sleep. 

The   dull   creaking  of  our   footsteps  on  the  clo.sely 


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packed  snow,  tho  full  (jf  a  dry  pine  coiio,  or  the  cnicking 
of  the  t'roHt-ltound  liark  of  Home  distant  f o rent  tree,  nh)iie 
breaks  the  Hilence.  Is  there  no  sound  or  si^ht  of  living 
thin^ ?  Yes;  see  tliose  tiny  marks  upon  the  s>n-face  of 
tlie  snow — footprints  so  snuil'  that  hut  for  the  lonjj^  Hiie 
reaching;  from  tree  to  tree  they  wouKl  escape  the  (juick- 
est  sif^ht.  Some  living  thing  has  been  here.  It  is  the 
tinie.st  of  all  ([uadrupeds,  the  little  "Jumping  mouse,"  or 
/erhoa.  A  brave  little  animal,  fearless  of  cold  and  frozen 
snow,  it  has  ventured  from  its  domicile  in  .search  of  food. 
It  would  not  come  out  just  for  play  in  the  cold  moon- 
light. One  cannot  suspect  the  fairy  creature  f)f  any  such 
motive  ;  but  motive  it  mast  have,  and  it  keeps  it  to  itself. 
Well  is  it  if  no  midnight  owl  or  the  white  arctic  hawk 
which  is  sometimes  seen  in  the  dense  forest  does  not 
pounce  upon  its  defenceless  head  and  bear  it  off'  as  a 
prize.  I  have  seen  these  pretty  little  mice  in  the  sum- 
mer, and  admired  their  agile,  skipping  ways ;  but  in  the 
winter,  though  seeing  many  a  track  of  their  fairy  feet 
on  the  snow,  I  have  never  observc^d  the  little  creatui'es 
themselves. 

In  an  old  diary  I  have  notes,  written  years  ago,  of 
sleigh  drives  in  a  rude  vehicle,  when,  v  upped  in  buffalo 
and  bear  skins,  lying  at  ease  with  my  little  ones  cuddled 
up  from  the  keen  wintry  cold,  we  made  many  a  moon- 
light visit  to  some  friend.  What  a  merry,  noisy  party 
we  were,  singing  and   laughing  and   chattering  as  we 


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spud  tlii'ougli  tlio  Hnow-ljulen  forest  rojid — a  rou<(h  road 
and  a  wild  one  it  was  then,  more  than  fifty  years  n^o. 

What  chanj^es  the  years  have  brought  1  Wliere  now 
are  the  pine  woods  f  Where  tlie  lo^i'-house,  the  primeval 
settlement  hous(! :  the  disti<^urin«ij  stump  in  the  newly- 
cleared  fallows:  the  ujj^ly  snake-like  rail  fences,  the  rud(^ 
enclosures  of  the  first  efforts  of  the  immijjrant :  the  jano- 
lin<i;  sound  of  the  cattle  bells,  the  lumber  sleijj^hs  ^  All 
are  <(one — thin<rs  that  ii^tre,  not  thini,^s  that  arc. 

Fair  dwelli!i;:^s,  tasteful  j^jardens,  fruitful  oi-chards,  the 
villat;e  school-house,  the  church  spire,  the  busy  factory, 
the  iron-girdered  bridj^e,  the  steamboat,  the  railroad,  the 
telegraph,  the  t  deplione — these  have  taken  the  place  of 
the  lonely  forest  settlements. 

"Old  things  are  passed  away:  behold,  all  things  are 
become  new."  Slowly  and  surely  the  march  of  civiliza- 
tion has  gone  on,  yet  "seed  time  and  harvest,  sununer 
and  winter "  have  returned  according  to  their  circuits : 
and  as  I  look  back  through  the  long  vista  of  the  past  I 
can  trace  the  guiding  hand  of  Him  who  changeth  not. 

A    SONG    KOK    A   SLEIGH    DRIVE. 

Tune:  "Farewell  to  Glen  Owen."— Welxh  air. 

Hurrah  for  the  forest  I  the  dark  pine  wood  forest ! 
The  .sleigh  bells  are  jiny;ling  with  musical  chimes; 

The  woods  still  are  ringing 

As  gayly  we're  singing — 
Oh,  merry  it  is  in  the  cold  winter  time. 


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Hurrah  for  the  forest!  tho  dark  pine  wood  forest! 
With  the  moon  stealing  down  on  the  cold  frozen  snow. 

With  eyes  beaming  briglitly, 

And  hearts  beating  liglitly, 
Through  the  wild  forest  by  moonlight  we  go. 

Hurrah  for  the  forest !  the  dim  ancient  fitresti 
Where  silence  and  stillness  for  ages  have  been. 

We'll  rouse  the  grim  bear, 

And  the  wolf  fi'om  his   lair, 
And  the  deer  shall  start  up  from  the  thick  cedar  screen. 

Oil,  wail  for  the  forest!  the  green  shady  forest! 
No  longer  its  depths  may  the  hunter  e.\plore ; 

For  tlie  l)right  golden  grain 

Shall  wave  o'er  the  plain. 
Oh,  wail  for  the  forest,  its  glories  are  o'er ! 


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THE    FIRST    DEATH    IN    THE 
CLEARING.* 


"  Thoro  is  no  flock,  however  wjvtched  and  tended, 
But  one  dead  lamb  is  there  I 
There  is  no  flreside,  liowsoe'er  defended, 

But  has  one  vacant  chair." 

— LuiKjfi'lloir. 

OXE  lovely  morning,  nirly  in  April,  I  was  standing  at 
tlu'  window  that  ovorlookod  the  lake  and  its  dark- 
fringed  shore,  watching  the  wild-fowl  that  were  gath- 
ered ^n  flocks  about  the  pools  of  blue  water  where  the 
warm  sunshine  ha<l  melted  the  ice.  My  little  boy  was 
in  my  arms  evidently  enjoying  the  lively  movements  of 
the  l)irds  as  they  dashed  and  splashed  the  water  over 
themselves.  There  were  wild  geese,  ducks  and  herons, 
and  above  them  hovered  a  big  bald-headed  eagle  ready 
to  swoop  down  upon  any  luckless  fowl  that  he  might 
mark  for  his  prey. 


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I  was  so  interested  in  the  scene  that  I  did  not  hear 
the  step  of  a  barefooted  child  behind  me  until  a  little 
figure,  wrapped  in  a  faded  tartan  shawl,  laid  her  hand 
upon  my  arm  and  in  a  strong  Scotch  accent  said : 

"  Mistress,  ye  maun  come  awa'  the  noo  wi'  me  to  see 
the  wee  ane.  The  mither  is  aye  greeting  and  sent  me 
ower  to  bid  ye  come  to  see  till't." 

"  And  who  is  it  that  sent  you  ?  "  I  asked. 

"  The  mither  o'  the  sick  wean,   Mrs.  P ,  at  the 

Falls." 

"  But,"  I  said,  "  my  little  maid,  what  can  I  do  for  the 
sick  child  ?  " 

"  I  dinna  ken,  but  ye  maun  come." 

Though  from  Maggie's  further  «lescription  of  the 
staite  of  the  babe  I  feared  I  could  do  little  for  the 
sufferer,  I  thought  I  mi^lit  tlo  somewhat  to  comfort  the 
poor  young  mother,  so  I  put  on  my  plaid  and  hood  and 
followed  my  little  guide. 

"  She  stayed  not  for  brake  and  stoppetl  not  for  stone," 
but  led  the  way  fearlessly  over  the  most  impracticable- 
looking  places,  sometimes  climbing  over  l<jg  hea})s,  dash- 
ing through  puddles  of  melting  snow,  creeping  along 
fallen,  half-rotted  h)gs  beside  pools  where  eve!i  the  little 
will-o'-the-wisp  was  not  sun;  of  a  safe  passage,  and 
often  stretching  out  a  strong  red  tist  to  aid  me  when  I 
faltered  on  the  way. 

At  last  the  hou.se  was  reached  without  accident,  and  I 
found  the  young  mother  sorrowfully  regarding  the  sick 


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PEARLS   AXD    PEBBLES. 


infant.  It  was  lyin;^  in  a  nide  cradle,  pale  as  death, 
wasted  almost  to  a  shadow,  and  exhausted  from  its  last 
fit  of  convulsions.  I  had  seen  it  in  her  arms  only  a 
week  before  a  picture  of  infantile  health  and  beauty,  for 
in<leed  it  was  a  lovely  babe.  Thou<:^h  so  youn<,^  its 
pretty  head  was  thick  with  curls  ;  now  lax  and  damp 
they  hunjif  round  the  brow  on  which  death  had  already 
set  its  seal.     Pool'  Jessie  !  poor  mother  I 

"It  cannot  live,"  she  .said  mound'uUy,  lookinf,' up  in 
my  face  as  if  to  ask  for  some  word  to  jj^ive  her  a  ray  of 
hope.  Alas!  she  saw  I  could  give  her  none.  The  Lord 
of  life  alone  could  restore  that  fading  Hower,  for  "  Life's 
young  wings  were  fluttering  for  their  flight." 

We  put  the  baby  into  a  warm  bath  to  try  and  stay 
the  attacks,  but  in  vain  ;  every  half  hour  fresh  tits  con- 
vulsed the  tender  frame,  each  one  threatening  to  be  the 
last  effort  of  expiring  life. 

It  was  saddening  to  .see  the  intense  angui.sh  of  the 
mother  as  she  stopped  from  the  work  she  was  compelled 
to  attend  to  (cooking  for  the  mill  hands)  to  bend  over 
her  dying  babe,  suppressing  the  grief  that  none  but  a 
mother  can  feel.  I  could  help  her  only  by  holding  the 
chiM  in  my  lap  or  watching  beside  it. 

Jessie's  husband  was  the  overseer  of  the  busy  work- 
men  employed  at  the  buildings  then  being  erected  at  the 
mills,  and  the  wife  had  to  cook  for  all  the  men.  The 
master  was  young  and  had  little  sympathy  for  tlu  poor 
young  mother.     What  was  a  babe  of  the  ovcr.seer's  to 


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him :  The  remly  meals  for  the  men  milst  not  be 
ne^^lected,  and  she  must  attend  to  and  Fulfil  lur  e<n-e- 
nanted  duties,  babe  or  no  babe.  His  hard  heart  was  not 
softened  by  the  sight  of  the  poor  mother's  yearning,  tear- 
ful eyes  as  she  turned  them  so  sadly  on  her  dying  child  ; 
but  some  of  the  n^.ore  sympathetic  among  the  men  tried 
to  cheer  her  by  saying  the  child  might  yet  recover,  and 
tlunigh  they  knew  the  hope  was  not  to  be  realized,  it 
was  kindly  spoken. 

As  night  drew  on  I  knew  the  child  must  die,  and  as  I 
had  not  the  heart  to  leave  the  poor  mother  a. ne  with 
her  great  sorrow,  I  despatched  a  messvMger  to  my  own 
house  to  say  I  shouhl  not  be  home  till  morning.  I 
prevailed  on  Jessie  to  lie  down  on  her  bed  while  I  kept 
vioil,  an<l  glad  I  was  to  see  the  wearv  heart  at  rest  after 
the  day  of  toil  and  grief. 

The  infant  ah  ■,'•;,  too,  its  last  sleep  on  earth,  to  waken 
to  a  new  life  in  heaven. 

The  first  grey  streaks  of  morning  light  found  me 
still  a  watciier.  The  frosty  air  Ijlen'  bleak  and  chill 
through  the  chinks  in  the  imperfect  wooden  walls  of  the 
barrack-like  building.  Carefully  replacing  my  sleeping 
charge  in  the  cradle,  I  ojiened  the  door  and  went  forth 
to  look  upon  tlie  face  of  the  earth  and  the  heavens,  for 
\x\x  eyes  were  weary  and  my  heai't  was  sad. 

Truly  a  lovely  sight  it  was  that  met  my  view.     The 
frosted  ground  was  gemmed  with  countless  mimic  stars 
glittering  beneath  as  brightly  as  the  stars  in  the  blue 


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sky  above  were  j^lenmini^  ere  tliey  jmled  before  the 
saffron  lifjjht  of  the  dawninj^  <lay  now  streakin«(  the 
eastern  horizon.  The  mist  was  risinj;  in  clouds  from  the 
river  where  the  rapi*ls  were  tossing'  their  white-crested 
heads  beneath  the  shadows  of  the  pines  tliat  clothed  the 
opposite  shores,  j^rand  and  beautiful,  untouched  by  the 
hand  of  man.  What  a  contrast  to  the  confusion  spread 
around  the  recently  erected  mill  and  the  half-finished, 
unsij^htly  buildin<;s,  where  heaps  of  refuse,  piles  of  chips 
and  bark  strewed  the  ground  I 

No  one  was  awake  or  stirring — not  a  sound  was  heard 
save  the  wild  rushing  sweep  of  the  re.stless  river  as  it 
dashed  over  its  rocky  bed,  unchecked  in  its  downward 
course  l)v  mill-dams  or  .saw-loii"s,  its  clear  waters 
unpolluteil  by  sawdust  or  bark,  nor  j>loaghed  and  stirred 
by  steamboats  and  the  rafts  and  cribs  of  the  lumbermen. 

I  turned  once  more  to  thi;  contemplation  of  human 
sutfering.  Without  all  was  joy  and  life;  within  was 
sorrow  and  death. 

I  found  Jessie  awake  and  watching  by  the  cradle  of 
her  little  one,  her  hopes  ri.sen  with  the  new  day.  The 
babe  lay  still  and  sleeping,  and  she  thought  it  might  yet 
recover.  Knowing  that  I  was  needed  at  home  by  my 
own  little  one,  and  leaving  Jessie  with  a  promise  to 
return,  I  set  out  on  my  solitary  walk. 

The  day  was  now  fairly  opened.  The  ground  was 
hard  and  crisp,  and  though  keen,  the  fresh  air  of  the 
early  morning  refreshed  and  revived  nie. 


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155 


Nature  lierself  had  as  it  wero  been  enjoyinj^  perfect 
r(>st,  and  with  the  sun  had  awakened  to  a  newness  of 
liie.  TIic  livini;  creatures  were  lifting  up  their  voices 
in  hynuis  of  praise  and  tlianks((ivin<f  to  Him  from  wiiom 
all  blessings  flow,  whose  goodness  luul  protected  them 
tiirough  the  night,  a»i<l  whose  bounty  was  still  to  pre- 
serve them  througli  the  coming  day. 

There  were  songs  and  twitterings  from  birds  rarely 
heard  in  the  full  glare  of  day.  The  red  s((uirrels  were 
out  ami  abroad,  crossing  :My  path,  while  the  little 
chipnnnik  stopped  and  set  ui)  his  furry  tail  and  chat- 
tered jis  if  he  wcnild  in(juii"e  what  business  I  had  out 
among  his  haunts  at  that  eai'ly  hour  in  the  morning. 

The  robins  had  just  arrived  in  the  clearing,  and  it  was 
a  treat  to  hear  the  full  song  they  poured  forth.  The 
rapping  of  the  woodpecker  and  sharp  shrill  note  of  the 
blue  jay  jarred  (ju  my  ear  as  1  listened  for  the  soft 
whis[)ering  of  the  little  brown  certhia  or  the  livelier 
trill  of  the  wren. 

All  these  sweet  sounds  came  with  a  soothing  influence 
to  my  spirit,  and  in  after  years  the  memories  of  them 
come  back  to  the  mind  wearied  with  the  toil  and  moil  of 
life,  like  the  p.salms  and  hyniiis  we  learned  as  children, 
to  refresh  us  anil  lead  us  back  from  earth  to  heaven. 

That  evening  I  went  back  to  the  Falls  to  find  the 
poor  mother  overwhelmed  with  grief.  The  child  had 
died  in  that  last  sleep.  It  was  hei-  first-born  treasure, 
and  her  grief  was  sore.     I  did  my  best  to  comfort  her, 


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I'EAHLS    AN'i)    I'KHIU-Es. 


alth()n<;li  I  had  not  then  known  the  pJin^f  of  a  l)L'ivf»vc<l 
niotlier's  heart,  (iod  <rave  nie  that  trial  in  after  years. 
I  could  onlv  niin'de  rnv  tears  witli  hers,  and  e\'en  that 
human  synipathy  was  Homethini;  to  the  <;rievin;j^  heart. 
Onco  sh(!  h)oked  down  upon  hen*  arm  and  erieil,  "  It  used 
to  lie  here,  and  T  shall  nevei'  feel  it  heiv  sae  ne.ir  to  my 
ain  heart  aj^ain." 

Jessie  never  foi-;  i  that  haho :  it  lay  very  near  to  her 
wai'm  motherly  hwi' '  '<>nj.  fter  it  had  heen  fori^otten 
by  (iveryouo  but  her. 

The  ne.\t  day  was  the  Sabbath,  and  the  cdiild's  funeral 
was  to  take  place  at  noon.  Tlu;  door  bein*,'  open  f 
entered  the  darkened  i-oom  without  knockin;^".  I  shall 
never  for<,a't  the  feelin<^  of  solenui  awe  that  rami;  ovei- 
me  as  T  crossed  tiie  threshold  from  the  bi-ii;ht  noonday 
sunshine    into    the     hushed     <d()om     of    the     house     of 


movn*ninfj. 


There  v.'as  no  funeral  jiomp  or  display,  no  outwai'd 
demonstration.  A  table  in  the  eentiv  of  the  room  was 
cov(;red  with  a  damask  cloth  of  snijwv  whiti-ni'ss  :  beside 
it  .sat  the  child's  father,  a  jyrave  respectable  Scotchman, 
in  black,  his  hat  cra])ed  and  tied  with  the  white  ribbon 
symbol  of  the  youth  and  innocence  of  th<'  dead  babe- 
A  lar^'o  Hible  lay  before  him.  He  ju.st  raised  his  head 
from  the  book  as  my  shadow  fell  upon  the  )ia}.je,  and 
bowed  reverently  and  in  silence  as  I  pas.sed  over  to 
where  the  mother  bent  above  the  little  coffin. 

I  see  her  now  in  hei-  ])lack  divss,  her  fail-  hair,  like  a 


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j^()M(Mi  veil  gcimnod  with  tears,  almost  shroudiii;;,  the 
calm  sweet  face  of  lier  <lea<l.  Th(M'e  was  no  violence 
in  the  snl)(lu('<l  ^rief  of  the  nuiunier.  She  took  a  little 
packet  from  hrr  breast,  anil  openiii)^  its  folds  pointed  to 
the  hri^dit  silken  curls  that  she  had  cut  from  the  j»retty 
head,  then  replaced  it  with  a  sigh  in  the  hosom  where 
the  soft  head  had  ))een  so  tenderly  nestled.  It  was  only 
when  the  bearers  came  in  and  closed  the  coffin  lid  that 
forever  hid  lier  darlin<;  from  her  sight  that,  with  a 
burst  of  gri'.'f  not  to  ])e  suppressed,  she  threw  herself 
into  my  arms  and  wailed  the  piteous  cry,  '  (Jone  !  goni' ! 
My  wi'an  !  my  wean  !  " 

Tlmn  she  besought  mo  to  Join  the  little  funeral  proces- 
aion  to  the;  burying-ground  across  the  river,  but  this  I 
could  not  do,  for  tlu?  way  was  far  and  I  <lid  not  fei'l 
C(]ual  to  the  long  walk. 

I  watched  them  as  they  crossed  the  bridge  and 
ascended  the  opposite  bank,  till  the  white  i)all  was  lost 
among  the  dark  pines  that  marked  the  forest  road,  and 
then  with  h(»avy  heart  retraced  my  steps  to  my  own 
home. 


THE   EARF.Y    IM.EST. 
(Linen  by  my  sister,  Agnos  Striclsland.l 

Thy  mother's  sad  eyes  in  wild  anguish  wept  o'er  thee, 
And  the  teare  of  a  father  flowed  fast  to  deplore  thee  ; 
And  thine  own  feeble  cries  told  the  striigiile  within, 
When  thou,  sinless  babe,  paid  tlie  forfeit  of  sin. 


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PEARLS   AND    I'EHULICS. 


Tlioro  wiiH  Hi»ooclilcHs  (lespnir  when  lifo's  lust  rose  hiul  faded, 
And  thy  duiitli-diirkened  eyes  with  their  cold  lids  were  Khaded, 
And  thy  young  limbs  were  wrapped  in  the  robes  of  the  dead, 
And  forever  consigned  to  their  lone  narrow  bed. 

They  mourned  for  the  ho|)e  that  affection  had  cherished  ; 
They  saw  it  in  dust,  and  tiiey  deemed  it  had  perished  ; 
But  they  knew  not  that  Tuorcy  directed  the  blow- 
That  laid  their  beloved  and  beautiful  low. 

Like  the  blossom  that's  plucked  ere  rude  winds  have  pr.ifaned  it, 
Or  the  snjw-wreath  that  melts  ere  the  .soil  has  distaincd  it, 
Tln'U  wert  snatched  from  a  world  of  corruption  and  strife, 
And  saved  from  tlie  cares  and  temptations  of  life. 

They  hoard  not  the  summons,  exultingly  giveti, 
Wliich  called  thee  from  earth  and  its  conflicts  to  heaven  ; 
They  saw  not  tiie  prospects  which  brightened  around  thee 
When  tiie  cold  hand  of  diiith  in  its  fetters  had  bound  thee  : 
They  heard  not  Llie  joy-notes  triumphant  and  clear 
Which  angels  exultingly  poured  on  thy  ear : 


"  Heir  of  mortal  sin  and  pain. 
Thou  hast  'scaped  each  earthly  stain. 
Child  of  .sorrow,  care,  and  woe, 
(Jrief  and  care  thou  ne'er  wilt  know  ; 
Life's  dfirk  J)age  can  never  be, 
Hap})y  babe,  unrolled  to  thee  : 
Tears  can  never  dim  that  eye 
Brightening  now  with  ecsbisy  I 


:< 


i> 


i  i 


"  Child,  whom  Jesus  died  to  save, 
Wake  and  triumph  o'er  the  grave  ! 
Cast  its  gloomy  thralls  aside  : 
Thou  art  freed  and  justified  ! 
Death  hath  touched,  but  could  not  slay- 
Heir  of  glory,  come  away  ! 


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"  Leave  the  sablo  l)itr  and  sliroiul, 
Mount  the  niDrning's  golden  cloud  ; 
Come  through  roiilms  of  Hzuro  space  ! 
Come  to  thine  appointed  place  I 
Thou  wert  j)iirchaHt'(I  with  a  jirice ; 
Thou  Khalt  enter  Paradise. 

"  Come  through  sunbright  fields  of  air, 
Ever  shining,  ever  fair ; 
Come  where  blessed  spirits  dwell ; 
Come  to  joys  inutt'ablu  ; 
Come  through  boundless  tields  of  space  ; 
Come  to  thine  ajjpoiuted  place. 

"  Come  where  heavenward  souls  are  winging  ; 
Come  where  angel  harps  are  ringing  ; 
Come  where  seraphs  ever  cry, 
'Glory  be  to  (;od  on  high  '.' 
Come  where  shining  cherubim 
Pour  the  everlasting  hymn. 
Thou  shalt  join  that  radiant  train  ; 
Thou  wilt  swell  tlieir  raptured  strain. 


"  Come,  thou  highly  favored  one  I 
.Come  before  thy  .Mal<ir  s  throne  ; 
Ctmie  where  guilt  can  nm-er  sever  ; 
Come  and  praise  tiie  Lord  forever. " 


'$■ 


ALONE    IX    THr:    FOREST. 


The  first  iiuj)(.'tus  tliat  our  lu'i^flilxn-liood  rt'Ceivcd  was 
th(i  putting;  up  of  !i  saw-iiiill  at  tli».'  Fulls  of  tb.o  OtonalK'c, 
about  half  ii  mi'!'  In-low  my  brother's  house,  ami  the 
l»uil(linf(  of  a  l)ri<lif.'  to  connect  the  towiishii)s  of  Douro 
and  Smith,  thus  o-jvinu"  a  better  access  to  the-  town  of 
PetcrborouiTJi,  tlien  (IS.'V})  tb.e  oidy  market  for  our 
produce  and  for  the  purchase  of  housi-hold  necessaries. 

The  clack  of  the  mill  wheels  was  soon  inin<i;linj;  with 
tln'  sound  of  the  rush  of  the  rapids,  and  we  were  able 
to  obtain  the  re(|uisite  lumber  to  complete  the  ni'W  lo<,'- 
house,  and  subseijueiitly  to  build  a  frame  barn  and 
stable  for  the  cattle. 

The  proprietor  of  the  mill  was  an  adventurous  younj; 
Scotchman,  very  and)itious  and  san(.(uine,  but  who 
illustrated  the  truth  of  the  Italian  proverb,  "  His  beak 
is  longer  than  his  win^^s." 

He  went  home  on  speculation  for  a  wife,  and  succeeded 
in  persuadintj  a  youn<;  lady  who  had  some  money  to 


AI.ONK   IN   THE    FOREST. 


161 


vcfl  was 

)tonii'H'c, 

and  tlu' 

)t'  Douro 

town  of 

for   our 

isurit's. 

'u\<X  with 

vi'V*^  altlc 

lew  !()<;- 

arn    and 

iH  vouny; 
•lit  who 
^is  Ixiak 

iicceeded 
loney  to 


acot'pt  him  and  nturn  with  him  tt»  Canada.  Accustonu'd 
to  thf  cnjoynirnt  of  all  tlu-  comforts  which  independent 
means  enabled  lier  to  connnand  in  the  <  )ld  W«»i  lil,  it  was 
little  wond«'r  that  the  y<anj{^'  wilt*  iMhtld  with  dismay  the 
homeliness  of  her  iu-\v  smT<iuinlin;;s  in  the  liackwoods. 

Shf  had  felt  the  lati^iic  of  .i  jo\iiiify  (hrou^'h  the 
sondtiM"  pine  forest,  and  turmd  w  ith  deep  disi^nst  from 
the  nnHi;;;htly  prosjtt-ct  of  half-ejran'd  fields,  disfigured 
l>y  charrcil  stumps  and  snnouinlid  l>y  scorched  and 
hlackened  ti'ers,  in  the  midst  of  which  lay  her  new 
home. 

Wlu-re  was  the  charndni''  rural  \illa('(^  lur  hushand 
had  s]»oken  of  with  pride  and  delight  i"  Heiv  was  only 
a  saw-nnll — ne\er  a  pleasant  si^ht  —  heaps  of  newly- 
sawn  Itoards,  all  the  di'hrls  of  liark  and  chips,  and  tho 
skeleton  fi-anies  of  untinished  liuildin<,'s  scattered  with- 
out or<ler  over  the  roui^di  pound.  The  stcaie  house  to 
which  she  was  iutioduced  as  her  future  residence  con- 
sisted sini])ly  of  two  rooms  on  the  j^fround  floor  and  two 
small  bedrooms  above,  with  a  kitchen,  a  wide  barrack- 
likt!  lean-to  built  of  boards  a^minst  the  main  edifice. 

Is  it  to  be  wondere(l  that  a  feeling;  of  disappointment 
and  discontent  took  pos.se.ssion  of  her,  and  that,  unable 
to  .see  the  future  with  liei*  husband's  san^iine,  liopeful 
eyes,  she  shoidd  often  wee])  and  si(fh  over  hei'  lot;  that 
.she  should  feel  theehaii^fe  from  her  former  life,  and  that 
the  remend)rance  of  all  she  hail  lost  in  her  own  beloved 
ccumtry  .should  make  i  le  contrast  more  painful  ? 


ii: 


V. 


162 


PEAHLS   AND    PEHIJLES. 


{ 


Yet,  though  very  miserable  at  times,  she  clung  with 
passionate  attection  to  her  husbaii'l.  With  wonianly 
devotion  she  made  all  sorts  of  excuses  for  him  ;  she 
would  not,  could  not,  Iteliuve  that  he  had  willingly 
deceived  her  or  had  married  her  from  interested  motives. 
This  love,  as  it  gi-ew  stronger,  upheld  her  in  the  sad 
reality  of  utter  ruin,  for  truly  misfortune  like  an  arnHtl 
force  came  soon  upon  them,  and  every  fair  and  flattering 
prospect  vanished.  Tnahle  to  connnand  the  m<mey  to 
meet  the  chiims  of  importunate  creditors,  or  to  satisfy  the 
workmen  clamoring  at  his  dooi-  daily  for  their  wages, 
her  husband  was  obliged  to  give  up  under  a  sheriffs  war- 
rant all  the  property  he  posse.ised,  and  to  find  himself  a 
prisoner  in  his  own  house.  Only  on  Sundays  was  ht> 
free  to  go  aliroad.  No  i-ntreaties  availed  to  obtain  any 
T  jrtion  of  the  pi-iiieipal  of  his  wife's  property,  and  it 
was  fortunatt'  for  thrm  that  it  was  so  vested  in  the 
han<ls  (tf  trustees  as  to  be  bcyoncl  the  reach  of  any  claim 
fr():n  tiu'  creditors,  as  the  interest  on  it  alone  kept  tin- 
unfortnnate  dclitors  from  starvation. 

With  these  trials  and  )»rivations  came  a  courage  ain! 
strength  of  mind  to  <io  and  to  bear.  The  young  w'fe 
luid  no  former  exjierieiie.-  of  hardships,  but  when 
encountered  she  boi','  tlu'ni  biMVely.  She  was  now  a 
mother,  uMtl  the  unwonti'd  cares  of  maternity  w«'re 
added  to  other  ardmais  duties.  She  often  lamented 
over  her  want  of  knowledge  in  the  management  of  her 
baby ;   she    had   never  ))een    accustomed    to  see  young 


ALONE   IN   THE    FOREST. 


lOM 


oil"  WJifjes, 


children  otluTwise  thiui  in  the  nursery  of  ii  fritiid, 
under  the  care  of  nurses,  an«l  tcndini;  on  an  infant  was 
an  entirely  new  experience,  which  troubled  her  much. 

To  add  to  her  laltors  a^ue  attacked  her  husband,  and 
to  a  younif  active  man  confinement  to  his  bedroom  or 
to  the  house  was,  no  doubt,  verv  trviny;.  To  do  him 
justice,  he  was  always  kind  and  considei'ate  to  his  wife, 
and,  when  not  suffering'  under  the  ctt'ects  of  tiic  a;;ue, 
took  nnich  of  the  care  of  the  babe  upon  himself. 

One  by  one  my  pool*  friend  parted  with  hei-  itwciiy 


and  1 


ler  ric 


k  sill 


<s  am 


I  sati 


ns,  ni  or( 


!(')•  to 


tl 


)  raise  tiH'  means 


of  defraying  the  wages  of  a  servant  to  perfoi-m  such 
services  as  she  was  totally  unused  to  and  unfitted  for. 
She  was  fond  of  flowers,  but  findinj'  it  useless  to  trv  and 
cultivate  them  in  the  rouidi  stonv  <rround  about  her 
house,  she  gave  it  up  and  was  eiaitent  with  the  few  I 


cou 


M 


S' 


V»! 


her  f 


rom  m\'  uarilen 


She  came  often   to  .see   me  to  ask  advice  about  the 


l)a1 ) 


f( 


ilk 


)tl 


»y,  or  tor  milk  or  otner  nece.s,saries  when  m  need  oi 
them.  She  knew  that  1  took  a  kindly  interest  in  her, 
and  that  .she  was  always  suv"  of  .sympathy  and  my 
husband's  help  if  re((uired  in  any  ditliculty.  He  j»itied 
the  misfortunes  of  her  liu.-.band,  and  felt  for  them  both 
in  their  trials. 

A  longer  interval  than  usual  ha\  ing  elapsed  without 
V  friend,  ;nnl   fearin<!'  that  she,  too,  had 


a  visi 


t  f 


rom  m 


fallen  a  victim  to  the  ague,  I  walked  over  to  ascertain 
the  cau.se  of  her  long  absence.     I   found  her  lying  on 


164 


PEARLS   AND    I'EHULES. 


the  rude  couch  which  her  iii<,'eiiuity  and  resource  had 
iniVMurnctunMl  to  supply  the  pliice  of  the  furniture  seized 
hy  the  sheriff's  ollici'rs.     She  looked   very  pide,  and  her 

II  dishevelled  ahout  her  neck 


beautiful  fair  hair  huuf'  n 


and  shoulders,  as  if  she  weiv  too  weary  to  j^atlirr  it  up. 
1  express»-d  uiy  fear  that  slif  had  taken   the  a<fui'  or 


lake    IVver 


l.ut  she  said,  "No,  it  is  onlv   fiiti<Mie,   not 


ilhiesH 


foi-  do  v«aj  know,  I   was  out  wandering',  lost  for 


awhih'  in  the  woods  last  ninht." 

"On  what  eiiiunl  :' "  I  asked  in  surprise,  for  J  knew 
she  rarely  left  the  clearin^r. 

"1  had  reason  to  expect  letters  from  Scotland,"  she 
replied,  "and  I  ctadd  trust  no  one  idiout  tlie  place  t(»  j^o 
for  them — indeed  the  husini'ss  could  oidy   he  (\u\n>   hy 


nvself— so    Icavinij   my 


iiov   with   his  father  an<l   tlio 


servant,  1  set  off  to  walk  to  the  town,  with  my  ^'ood 
old  do;;  Nelson  for  company  ami  protection.  1  jj^ot  my 
letters  all  ri}4;ht,  made  such  purchases  as  were  needed, 
jintl  with  my  lunidie  was  preparing'  to  return— for  the 
diiv  was  advancing'  to  (hisk — Imt  Nelson  was  missing. 
I  went  to  ivery  place  I  had  lueii  to  <lurin^'  the  day 
without  finding'  him,  and,  weary  and  anxi«Mis,  1  waH 
ohliiretl  tt>  turn  m\'  steps  homeward  alone. 

"  Thr  moon  was  youn^',  and  1  ftaied  the  li;jht  would 
fail  u\r  lit'foi'e  I  eotdd  make  my  way  throu;,di  the  dark 
for»'st.  Vou  know  what  a  ct»wardly  dread  J  have  of 
wolves  and  liears,  and  I  do  not  love  tlu-se  lonely,  {,d(M)iny 
w<»o<is. 


ALONE   IX   THE    I'OHKST. 


165 


"'  T  pushed  (111  for  the  first  liour  as  fast  as  T  was  al»!(> 
to  walk.  I  was  really  tii'e'l.  ami  my  mind  was  harassed 
ahoiit  leaviiiii:  the  dui;  liehiml  iiif.  I  tlnnm-ht,  ton,  of 
iiiV  sick  Juisliaml  and  iiiv  hov,  so  that  I  did  Mot  dai'e  to 
liii;;er  or  stop  to  rest. 

"My  mind  was  .so  I'ldl  of  aii.Kious  thou;(hts  that  tlm 
way  appeared  more  dreary  :  e\erytlnii;;'  was  so  silent 
a:i<l  deathdike  that  my  own  footsteps  startled  me  as  they 
fell  iipoii  tile  fallen  leaves;  even  the  crackin^df  the  dry 
sticks  on  the  path  wakened  foolish  nervous  feai-s.  So 
altsorhed  wk  1  l»y  these  needless  terrors  that  I  diti  not 
notice  at  first  that  1  hail  reached  a  point  wliei-e  two 
paths  met  and  hranched  <»tr  in  opposite  directions,  and  I 
liecaiiie  .sorely  ])erplexed  as  to  which  was  thf  ri;,dit  ont- 

to  follow. 

"  After  1  hail  advanced  for  sonu'  time  on  the  one  1  had 
chosen,  m\'  nnnd  misjravf  me,  and  I  liastiK'  retraced  mv 
steps,  not  satistied  that  I  had  taken  the  ri^^ht  path,  and, 
unfortunately,  decidetl  upon  following'  the  othei',  which 
proved  to  lie  the  wi'oni^'  oui'.      I   hurried  on,  hoping'  tf> 


make  up  lor  the  time  1  had  lost  liy  my  iiHlecision. 

"The  increasing-  j^^loom,  dei-ptiitd  liy  a  i^rowth  of 
liendocks  and  cedars,  made  nn-  think  that  I  was  drawing; 
near  to  the  river  and   should  soon  tind   tlif  lirid^'e  and 

the    mill.       Still,   I     could    not     I'ecoirni/e    .some    of    the   lii^ 
pines  that  I  had  niarki'l  in  my  walk  in  tin-  moniiii;;'. 

"  My  heart  thrilled  witli  tenor  as  j  lnard  tin-  loii^'- 
drawu  howl  of  wliat    1   thouidit  was  a  wolf  in  the  cedi 


ir 


12 


i  ^ 


166 


I'EAUI,S   AND    PEHIU-ES. 


awaai])  tluvt  1  had  cutt-'rcd ;  the  path,  too,  ^row  naiTow^T 
and  daikfi'. 

"  My  tii-st  iiiijtiilsi',  when  I  hcai'd  that  ti'i'i-ible  sound, 
was  to  turn  and  lice  for  my  IHV',  hut  all  nty  stivn^tli 
failed  nit-  at  ont'c  and  I  was  connK'llt'd  to  sit  down  on 
the  truidc  of  a  fallen  ti't'c  t(t  rccovfi- nivsclf.  1  rrnu-niln'r 
cryin<;'  out  aloud,  Alone,  lost!  lost  hi  these  dreadful 
woods,  to  pi-rish  hy  the  fan<fs  of  wolves.  What,  what 
shall  1  <^lo  i'  Lord,  save  ine,  a  poor  lone  wanderei' I  () 
my  (lod,  help  me  I '  Sueh,  dear  friend,  was  m}' a;foni/e<l 
prayei'  as  J  sat  there  in  the  ilark  forest, 

"  Then  eanje  the  rapid  sound  of  some  animal  rushing 
toward  me  at  full  s[>eed,  crashin^^j  the  dry  hranehes  as  it 
came.  I  felt  that  t<j  escapt;  was  innxissihle,  and  started 
to  my  feet,  while  the  wild  heating  of  my  heart  was  .so 
loud  that  I  heard  no  other  sound. 

"  You  may  Jud^'e  of  tlie  relief  1  experienced  wh«'n  my 
dear  dog,  my  faithful  Nelson,  hounded  towards  me 
almost  JUS  pantin^j  and  hreathles.s  as  his  ttaror-strickeu 
mistress. 

"  V'ou  know  I  do  not  often  indulj^e  in  tears,  oven  when 
overwhelmed  with  trouble,  hut  in  this  ii, stance  I  faiily 
cried — hut  it  was  for  joy — and  I  lifted  up  my  lieait  in 
fervent  thankfulness  to  Him  who  in  His  mercy  and  j>ity 
lia<l  guided  my  dumh  pi-ocector  thr(tu<fh  the  tangled 
hush  to  my  side  that  night.  I  couM  not  help  saying, 
'('ome,  dear  old  Nelson,  you  have  made  a  man  of  me  I 
I  shall  fear  neither   wolf   noi-   l>ein    while    I    have    vou 


ALONK    IN    THE    FOREST 


1C7 


iarr(j\vM- 


t) 


••'Side  Mil', 


(Xfl 


soil  was  11  powfi 


•fill  N 


fWiOUIluliiml  <ln<r, 


!-»» 


und  jis  linivc  as  a  lioii.  i 

'I  rastcnctl  my  hmiillc  about  his  mck,  mihI  lie  trotted 
Ic'sidc  iiic,  proud  of  tin-  Imrdfu  of  u  iiicli  my  jtruis  had 
Ih'Coiuc  wvy  weary. 

"I  thou^dit  F  would  i-t'tuni  and  try  tlic  trark  [ 
I'olIowtMl  first,  lait  iiotieiii<;  that  tht-rt'  was  a  clcariii";-  of 
the  trees  ahead  oi"  iiie,  I  pushed  oil,  tiiiuUiii;,;'  I  was  not 
far  from  some  lumherer's  shautv  or  tiie  jon-hoitse  of  one 
(tf  tlie  Irish  settlers.  Nor  was  1  mistaken,  f(»r  a  few 
minutes  hrou<,dit  iiie  to  the  e<lnf  ,if  a  newly  choiiped 
fallow,  an<l  I  heard  the  liarkiiii'"  ol'  ;i  doe-,  which  I  had 
mistaken  for  the  cry  of  a  woU". 

"  The  moon  had  set,  ami  I  iiKlm'd  it  must  he  nfttiiitf 
late  into  the  nieht,  I  peeped  throue;h  the  curtainle.ss 
window  of  the  shaiitw     The  <dimmerinir  li<dit  from  a 


lew  liurnini;  l>raiids  on  the  hearth  and  the  smouldi'nntr 
retl  eml)ers  of  a  huee  Imek  loe-  in  tlie  wide,  clav-lmilt 
chimney  showed  me  the  interior  of  the  rude  eahin. 

"The  inmates  were  all  sleepiiin-  soundly,  the  i^rowl- 
in;f  of  the  cur  as  he  retreate<l  in  fear  of  my  hi;,'  <|o(^r  had 
faile<l  to  I'ouse  them,  so  I  took  Kreiieh  leave  and  sti'p])ed 
in  without  further  ceremony  than  a  lieht  tap  with  my 
hand  on  the  door. 

"()ll  a  rude  lied   in  thf  recess    formed    hetweeil   the  lo;r 

walls  and  the  chimney  lay  two  women.  ( >iie,  the  elder, 
not  undressed,  was  Kiiii^  on  the  eo\erlet,  while  the 
vounm-r  with  feverdluslied  cheeks  lav  ri'stless|\-  tossinjj' 
on  the  h((|  heside  her. 


1G8 


n;Ai{i,s  AND  i'i:i4i!i,i:s. 


It 


W.IS  \v 


itli  sonic  (litHciiItA-  tlifit  I  miuia|,'f»l  to  rouse 


the  I'lflri'  woiiiaii  to  a  coiiseiitusiicss  oT  my  ])ivsc'iifc  und 
iiiiikc  luT  uiKltTstainl  that  \  waiitfd  a  <,Mii(lc  to  tlic  mill. 

'"Oeh!  oc'li  !  me  ilcar  craytlnirr/  sin-  cxelaiint'd,  as 
she  raisfd  li'-iscH'  on  licr  lirawny  dliow  and  j^'azccl  at  me 
i'rom  nndt-r  a  mass  of  t;m;;l('d  locks,  a  furioiis  look  in 
licr  lilack  cyt's.  what  tor  shoidd  a  youii<;  tiiinj^'  likt; 
vcr.scll'  lir  doin  n]i  an'  al>road  at  sieh  a  time  o'  Mi<^d\t. 
Slmrc  an   it  must  hf  ncai-  the  mornin'." 

"'M\-  oood  woman,'  1  .said.  '  I  have  htst  m\'  wav  in 
the  hush  comin;;,-  i'l'om  the  town,  and  1  want  .some  jxT.son 
to  show  nil'  thf  V  a\-  ti»  the  mill  at  the  Falls.' 


SI 


line 


tl 


ini. 


-hr  .said,     an'  it's  no  time  to  he  axin' 


til 


cil   mi-n  I 


vc  I  low 


Wi 


ir  thr  hliycs  to  he  la\  in'  their  heds,  hut  sit 
I'll  si>(!ik  to  me  man  yonder.'     And  point- 
in;^  to  anoth   r  coU'-h    wleTe  thi'ee  hoys  of  ditlert'iit  a<xes 
■re  sicepiui;-  hesjilr  their  I'athel',  she  u-ot   Up. 

"  Alter  soni  •  diseiissi(»n  lirtwcen  them  the  mastei- 
jni"r«'ed  to  send  iiui-  of  the  hoys,  iis  soon  as  it  was  li<4;ht, 
t(»  ;,'niile  me  to  the  {''alls. 

"  •  Thrn  .  ndsthresN.'  he  said, '  \ c  may  jist  make  yer,seir 
ais\-  now.  an  lie  li'W;)  on  the  hed  hy  my  ^^al  :  sIh'  has 
thr  .leiie  an  t;i<'  t'lVT,  luit  slip's  as  (piiet  as  a  landi  an' 
will  n«;l  distni'h  y.' 

"This  was  !  ind  en(aii,di,  lau  I  pi-i  Teri-ed  sitting;  hei'ore 
the  tire  o!,  a  l.'iek  of  Wood,  that  .sfr\ed  in  lieu  oF  a, 
st.iol,  to  shiM'iny  ih  siei<  i^irl's  lnd  or  paitakin^^  ol"  a, 
I    n'.)k     nid    iiotat<ti's    which    the    woman 


meal    o 


e-M 


ALONE    IN    TIIK    lOltKsl". 


HI!) 


lanih  ail 


iii;,^  t»l   II, 


Wdiiiait 


oti'ci'ffl   to  prepare   for  iiif.     'riicn   tin-  foiiplf  left  iiic  U 
my  own  cogitations  ami   tin-  conipanioiisliip  of  my  <loi. 


icisoii. 


"T'Ih'oiic  r«'cHii;,^  uppermost  in  iii\  iiiin'l  was  than k- 
I'uliiess  I'nr  m\'  i))'eseiit  safetvaii<l  '-helter.  iu<le  as  it  was. 
The  vei-y  no\ehy  of  the  situation  ahiiost  amuseil  me; 
then  ;;raver  thoiiehts  arose  as  I  |onl<ci|  alion^  on  tlie 
snioke-staineij  wall  and  unharkeil  rat'teis  from  wliieh 
^rey  mosses  ami  eol>wel>s  Jmne- in  .'amiful  <lia]iery  alio\e 
my  head.  I  thonehtof  my  former  h'nie  in  Scotland  of 
my  old  life  of  pride  and  luxury,  of  my  Canadian  home. 
What  a  strange  contrast  di<I  it  j)re«.<'nt  to  my  mind  at 
that  moment,  the  i-ei!  Ilashine;  li;;ht  of  the  Itla/inj^;  wood- 
tire,  now  liurnine-  hci'ccl\-.  illuminiii;'' e\er\'  eta-iier  of  the 
I'ude  tlwellin^r  ami  showing'  th 
their  lowl\-  heds. 


aces  of  the  sleepers  in 


"  C'lo.se  hesiile  me  lay  the  po(  a'  sick  ^firl,  whose  r.\eied 
chei'k  and  lahoied  la-eathin;;  excited  my  compassimi.  ior 
what  comfort  c<aild  there  lie  for  eitliei-  Kody  or  mind  on 
tliatliard  lied  and  amonu*  those  rudi'  sii iron udi lie's.     'I'lie 


f^ 


I  I 


cniiiKine^s  (so  1  hear  the  peopit 


th 


<-nl 


I  III  iM'  Wedii'es  ( if  Wood 


Ix'tweeii  the  loe^s)  had  fallen  out  in  many  places,  and  the 
inter\als  Iia<l  lieeii  stilH'ed  with  straw  old  laes  nioss 
and  other  rnhliish,  to  keep  out  tli'  eoM  wind,  .\nyoiie 
inif^ht  have  known  iVini  what  eounti'y  the  inmates  of 
the  sliant\'  came,  even  without  heariiie'  the  hroeiie  of 
the  south  of  Ireland  in  tlwir  speech. 

"  Few  and  simple  were  the  articles  of  honsehoM   use. 


]7(» 


I'K.VItLs   AND   I'Kimi.tS. 


Two  or  tlii't't'  slifht's  nitiilc  ol'  unjdaiH'il  liourds  licM  m 
ft'W  ciocUtry  ciiiis  muiI  ei'tick(.'<|  suucri-s,  sctiuf  tin  plub's 
aixl  Ilium's,  luid  ii  Kiittci't'il  till  tcii])ot.  iiiiiniN  )i  hiindic  ;  a 
lryiii<,'-|)nii  witli  n  lonu;  lijiiidlr,  un  iron  pot  and  ii  itiikf- 
ki'ttlf  sccimd  to  coiiiprisr  all  tin-  cookiiiy;  utt'iisils. 

"  'I'Iuti-  was  a  liarrcl  ol"  tlour  and  aiiotlicr  ol"  pork,  an 
Irish  spadr  wliicli  ;,dt'aiiif(|  liri^rjitjy  lic-idr  an  axe,  a  ln»f 
and    ii    ;;nn,   tln'   last   supjMtrtcd    liy    two    wimmIou    p»'^s 


unvt'ii  in 


to  tl 


ic  lo;^'  wal 


"  Wliili'  I  Icaiit'd  niy  hack  a«,niinst  the  sick  j^iiTs  hcd 
ami  thns  occ'U])ifd  inyscH'  in  making'  an  inventory  ol'  thf 
funiisliin;,rs  of  the  house,  I  I'd!  fast  asleep.  So  weary 
was  I  that  1  slept  on  till  dayli<^ht,  when  I  was  roused 
l»y  the  ro||in;,f  ovei-  of  one  of  the  lo^^^s  on  the  heai'th. 

"  Lookin;;  up.  I  was  startled  hy  the  si^jht  of  mine  host, 
whose  keen,  Mack  eyes  were  heiit  on  nie  with,  as  I 
thoiii^ht,  a  sinister,  ini|uisiti\e  look,  sucii  that  I  shrunk 
aH'iii,dited  IVoni  liefore  him. 

"  In  ^o(mI  truth,  a  nioie  couia;4;eous  person  than  I  am 
iiii;;ht  li.'iM'  liceii  justified  ill  I'erliii;,^  afraid  hail  she 
Immmi  ill  a  similar  position,  utterly  hel|)less  and  alone. 
Hut  iiiv  fear  soon  sultsidi-d,  and  I  tliou;;lit  it  was  wisest 
to  allect  a  coura^^'e  that  1  hardly  felt  and  to  show  pi-rfect 
conlidence,  so  I  said  with  as  cheerful  an  air  as  I  coidd 
a.ssuilie, 

"'  \'ou  cau;,dit  me  iiai)piii^,  sir. 

"  1  reiiifmlx'r  the  time  in  the  days  of  my  romancf- 
ri'iidin;.' that  1  would  ha\e  fancied  myself  (piite  a  heroine 


ALONE    IN   THE    FOKEST. 


171 


licroiiic 


ami  tiii'iicd  my  honoHt  old  Iiisluimn  into  a  •>nj,'aiMl .  Imt 
my  iiittTCoin-sf  with  the  Irish  imini^^iaiits  Ijas  tau;;ht 
nic  that  theiT  \h  little  cause  I'or  TeaiMii^f  them,  and  my 
hushaiid  tells  me  that  their  wild  passiiuis  are  ehietly 
roused  hy  insult  to  theii-  eountiy  oi"  their  i'eli;,don.  or 
when  exeited  hy  sjiirittious  li(juor,  and  that  sueh  an  aet 
as  rolthinf,'  or  nuirderin^  the  sti"an;,'er  who  seeks  sjielter 
under  their  r«N)f  is  unheard  of  in  (*anada. 

"The  old  man's  frank,  ^<KMl-humored  manner  a?id 
pressiiijr  hos|(itidity  sinm  reassured  me,  and  1  would  not 
have  hesit»ite<l  to  take  him  as  my  ^lide  throu<;h  the 
lonely  W(kmIh.  He  told  me,  however,  that  his  Uiy  Mike 
knew  every  step  of  the  road,  and  he  could  trust  him  to 


tak 


e  car 


V  of  me  an«l  he'd  '  he  proud  to  d«»  it 


"  The  ^(KJ<1  woman  soon  hestirreil  heixelf  to  <ret  break- 
fast, an<l  I  WJis  hun<;ry  enou<;h  to  Uike  a  share  in  the 
'praties  and  pork'  and  t<»  driid\  a  cup  of  tea,  thou<,di 
there  was  oidy  maple  su;;ar  to  sw«'eti'n  it  and  no  milk 
to  soften  its  harshness;  hut  I  had  Itecome  ust-d  in  ni}' 
own  home  to  privations  in  fo<N|  and  many  connnon 
comforts,  JUS  you  well  know. 

"One  Ity  one  the  three  ra^^'^ed  urchins  came  stealing; 
shyly  from  their  ln-d  ready  dressed  for  the  (hiy,  and  I 
vt-rily  heliev*'  theii'  pirmeiits  did  duty  instead  of  l»ed- 
dothes.  Till'  hoys,  Mike,  Patrick  and  Jonas,  had  all  the 
sauu)  smokc-drit'tl  skins,  ^ri-y  eyes  and  hlack  hair,  with 
a  certain  shr«'wd  expression  in  theii-  faces  that  one  often 
sees  in  the  Irish  cahins.     They  cjist  furti\t'  glances  of 


I 


I 


3 


172 


l'i:.\ni,.S    AND   PKIUII.KS. 


woihIcc  at  tilt'  strimw-c  Indy,  l.iit  no  one  \»iitiin'(|  to 
iiiiikr  a  iciimik  at  my  a|)iH'ai'aiicf :  tiny  lH',stt)W('t|  all 
tlu'ir  attt'iitioii  upon  Nflsdii,  coaxin;;  liini  into  IVirn<ls|ii|) 
l)y  ^'ivin^' hiiii  hits  of  m.-at  ami  l.iva.l,  w  liich  nu  <loul.t 
WfiT  xcry  accf)italilf  to  the  liun;fry  ilo^r. 

"  I  pivc  till-  woman  a  pit'cc  i»t'  silver,  wliicli  slic 
protcstcfj  a<,'ainst  rcccivin^r  Imt  afci'jttvd  after  a  littlf 
persuasion,  an<l,  escorted  Ity  Micliael,  ivaclieil  home 
thoion^jlily  tired  lait  very  i,dail  to  tin<l  all  well,  tliou^di 
anxious  at  my  delay. 

lave  tired  you  with 


\o\v  I  am  restiiii;,  and   T  Fear  T  I 


th 


811 V 


Ion;,'  account  ol'  my  adventui'e,  of  which  I  can  only 


S  We 


that 


enos  w« 


11. 


ON   THK   ISLAND   Ol-    MINNHWAWA, 


It  was  a  lovely  suiniiicr  ilay  in  July.  1893,  when  \v«'  took 
po-ssfssion  of  .Mimicwawa.  our  island  in  Stony  Lake. 
THe  littlf  platform  that  liatl  (Ioik-  dutv  as  whail"  the 
yi'ar  hcforc  had  lloatftl  tVoni  its  )u(M)rin^s,  but  a  stronj^ 
hand  soon  helped  to  replace  it  and  to  |)Ut  nie  on  the 
levt'l  jrrouiid  aliove  the  UK'ky  slua-es.  A  litth'  out  of 
breath  from  the  climb,  I  sat  down  on  the  stej)s  of  the 
veranda  .suri-oundin^'  the  house  to  i-est  and  enjoy  the 
beauty  of  till'  prospect. 


The  lake,  with  its  wiM   wooded   ro(d<\  si 


loi'es  and  its 

many  islands,  lay  before  me.  The  latter  wei-e  of  all 
forms  and  si/es,  from  the  tiny  islet  that  was  no  more 
than  a  halfdiiddeii  ri.ck  ae^ainst  which  the  wavelets 
lifted  themselves  and  In'oke  softiv,  almost  can-ssiiedw  to 
the  Iai-;;e  tree-clad  island,  with  deeply-indented  bays  jiiid 
overhan^due-  \  jne-eox  ered  roeks.  There  were  ru^'f^ed, 
darkls-  furrowed  mas.ses  of  lock.  without  folia'''e  s.-ixi-  a 
few    tufts    (»f    juniper,    their    sides    covered    with    ;^rey 


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lichens,  those  pioneers  of  vegetation,  giving  them  a  time- 
worn,  lioary  appearance.  One  after  another  they 
stretched  away,  until  Mount  J  alien  rose  like  a  crown 
upon  the  mainland  beyond. 

With  pleasui'e  I  contemplated  the  varied  beauties  of 
wood  and  rock,  island  and  forest-bounded  lake,  and  to 
the  eastward  the  red  rocky  crest  of  Eagle  Mount.  How 
I  longed  to  revel  in  those  fields  of  mosses  that  are  fed 
and  kept  ever  green  by  its  many  springs,  and  which 
carpet  in  mosaic-like  patches  the  surface  of  the  gneiss 
rock. 

It  was  indeed  a  lovely  place,  and  I  congratulated  my 
daughter  on  her  choice  of  the  site  for  our  little  cottage. 

Everything  was  new,  clean  and  fresh  within  the  little 
domicile,  and  all  without  wild  and  picturesque — rocks, 
trees,  liill  and  valley,  wild-flowers,  ferns,  shrulis  and 
moss,  and  the  pure,  sweet  scent  of  the  pines  over  all, 
breathing  health  and  strength. 

If  I  were  a  doctor  I  would  send  my  patients  to  live 
in  a  shanty  umler  the  pines. 

Our  house  is  a  small  one.  On  one  side  a  branching 
oak,  with  its  dark  shining  leaves,  nearly  covers  the  roof, 
on  the  other  a  tall  pine  and  an  oak  shade  the  veranda. 

The  island  rises  in  the  centre,  and  to  the  south  is 
thickly  wooded  with  many  noble  trees.  The  shores  are 
steep  and  precipitous.  A  deep  channel  on  one  side 
divides  the  higher  and  main  portion  of  the  island  from 
the  lofty  wooded  mounds  to  the  eastward. 


ON    THE   ISLAND   OF    MINNEWAWA. 


175 


At  hioli  wutiT,  ill  the  spriiio-,  this  gully  mast  Ix'  over- 
flowed from  end  to  end,  Ijut  just  ikjw  it  is  (juite  dry  and 
is  strewn  with  the  (b'ln'is  of  fallen  trees.  The  ground 
rises  agjun  beyond,  but  so  abruptly  rugged  and  steep 
that  I  look  at  it  and  fear  even  by  the  aid  of  han<ls  and 
knees  it  would  lie  inaccessil)le  to  the  most  adventurous 
climber.  A  bold  promontory  terminates  the  island  on 
the  north,  a  dangerous,  precipitous  place,  but  tempting 
one  with  the  grand  views  it  commands. 

A  tiny  tenant  had  taken  up  its  abode  over  the  door- 
way of  the  house,  where  a  patch  of  dark-green  moss 
first  attracted  my  attention  :  then,  with  a  hasty  flutter 
of  wings,  a  pretty  little  mother  bird  popped  down  from 
it  and  sought  safety  on  a  stump  among  tiio  pile  of  dark 
rocks  in  the  hollow  l)elow  the  steps  of  the  veranda. 

I  am  not  quite  sure  if  the  bird  was  a  wood  phoelie 
or  not.  The  back  and  wing  coverings  were  a  dark  slate  ; 
the  head  black,  with  some  white  about  the  breast;  the 
legs  dark  and  slender.  Her  nest  was  very  neat  and 
compact,  made  entirely  of  one  sort  of  moss,  and  coated 
inside  with  mud.  The  eggs  in  it  were  small,  round, 
whitish  and  speckled.  The  nearest  description  to  it  that 
I  can  find  in  Mr.  Mcll wraith's  book  is  that  of  the  Gnat- 
catcher,  but  I  do  not  feel  quite  satisfied  that  my  little 
lodger  over  the  door  was  one  of  that  family. 

It  was  very  watchful  and  timid,  yet  bold  to  defend 
its  nest,  never  ceasing  to  flit  to  and  fro  tdl  it  saw  mii 
moving   away,  when  it  darted    liack  to  the  nest,  and 


170 


I'EAKhS    AND    I'Kl'.HLES. 


I 


would  not  leave  it.  thotij^'li  in  rcturnin;^^  I  passed  throu/^dt 
the  doorway  below  the  sill  where  it  rested.  T  do  not 
think  it  was  a  tree-creeper,  the  le^'s  wo'e  too  lonj;'  and 
sh'nder:  vet  it  seeiiie(l  to  ('linii-  to  the  stnnii)  when  it 
li;j,'lited  theiv,  though  without  the  backward  nio\enient 
l)eciiliai'  to  the  tree-creeper. 

The  little  bii'd  seemed  Very  solitaiy,  as  I  saw  no  mate, 
and  one  day  while  we  were  away  the  wary  little  mother 
took  the  opportunity  of  carrying  oti'  her  bi'ood.  The 
nest  was  empty  and  tlie  Inrds  flown  wdien  we  returned, 
and  tli<m<Th  we  souoht  amon<(  the  rocks  and  laishes  we 
found  no  trace  of  them. 

'^rhese  birds  are  evidently  fond  of  .such  .shelters  as 
sheds  and  undei'  I'oofs,  for  in  the  old  kitchen  I  found 
another  nest  of  the  same  make  and  materials,  but 
deserted,  and  at  Fairy  Lake  Lod<;'e  there  was  anotlier 
neat  new  one  of  the  same  round  deej)  pattern.  Later, 
when  staying  at  Fair  Havens,  the  summer  retreat  of 
another  of  my  daughters,  I  noticed  a  lively  family  of  the 
same  little  bird  associating  with  the  little  brown  certhia 
an<l  small  downy  woodpecker.s.  There  was  a  company 
of  foui"  or  five  of  these  prett}'  birds,  and  they  wei'e  so 
tame  and  feai'less  that  they  would  alight  from  the  over- 
hanging branches  of  a  pine  tree  that  .shadowed  the 
platfoi'm  of  I'ock  on  which  the  house  was  built,  and  come 
down  almost  to  my  feet  to  take  the  ei'uml)s  I  scattei-ed 
for  them.  Then  having  enjoyed  the  feast,  they  retired 
to  the  tree  to  watch  and  wait  for  a  fresh  supply,  readily 


ON    THK    ISLAND   OF    M  ( NNKWAWA. 


I  I 


ahfiriiij^f  it  with  the  otlier  littK'  liinls,  witli  whom  tJicy 
S(!t'iiinl  oil  the  hest  ol'  social  terms. 

Tliere  wei'c  sweet  warltHiij'"  notes,  low  and  tender, 
uttei'ed  fimon^  them,  hut  which  were  tlie  musical  t)ir(ls 
ol'  the  flock  I  could  not  discover. 


Bl 


Ih 


ue  narehells  o-row  in 


tl 


le   crevices  o 


1"  th 


rh 


tl 


le  rocks,  and 


wlien  in  the  canoe  my  companions  are  e\'er  reaoy  to 
indulge  my  covetous  desires  and  to  paddle  close  into  the 
.short;  and  climh  the  rocks  to  gather  me  the  treasures. 

How  orten  in  years  long  o-oiie  by  have  I  gathered  the 
lovely  hlue-hell  from  among  the  heather,  hoth  in  iMig- 
Liiid  and  Scotland  !  How  ditt'ereiit  the  soil  in  which  it 
flourishes  here  to  tht;  dry  Mack  sand  ol"  the  heath-lands 
tliere,  yet  the  flowers  seem  Just  the  same.  Although  J 
knew  the  species  to  he  that  ol"  the  (.'a ui/xi iniln  rolnn/li- 
foliii,  I  had  olten  ([Uestioned  the  correctness  oi'  the 
descriptive  name,  the  root  U-axcs  heing  .so  little  seen:  Imt 


here   thev   were  all  rio-ht,  thouiih   withert 


1  had  th. 


whole  plant — root,  stem  and  flowers — and  .saw  that  tlii' 
heaves  were,  or  had  been,  round  or  rounded,  so  the  botan- 
i.sts  W(  I'e  right,  and  the  flower  deserved  the  specitic 
name.  Though  Faded,  the  foliage  had  fulfilled  its  oflice 
of  caterer  to  the  slender  stems  and  delicate  buds  and 
blos.soms.      It  might  now   render  up  to   Mother   Eartli 


lel 


sueli  eartliy  p 


th^ 


ar 


ticl 


I's  as 


had  b 


)een  borrowe 


d  fr 


om  her  to 


perfect  the  fair  desert  flowers.  They  had  not  neede<l 
much — a  little  black  mould,  a  rift  in  tlu'  dark  rugged 
rock  to  hold  them  in  position,  the  rain  and  the  dews  to 


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PEARLS    AND    PEHIU.ES. 


nouri.sh  them,  and  the  sunsliine  to  tint  the  hells  with  a 
ray  from  the  fountain  of  light. 

Sweet  flowers !  Were  ye  indeed  "  born  to  blush 
unseen,  and  waste  your  sweetness  on  the  desert  air  "  ? 
How  can  we  tell  ^  May  not  the  gardens  of  the  great 
Creator  be  realms  of  l)eauty  to  those  who  walk  the  earth 
unseen  by  man  ? 

"  Nor  think  though  men  wors  none, 
That  heaven  would  want  spectators,  God  want  praise  ; 
Millions  of  spiritual  creatures  walk  the  earth 
Unseen,  t)oth  when  we  wake  and  when  we  sleep  ; 
All  these  with  ceaseless  praise  His  works  Vjehcjld 
Both  day  and  night." 


THE   CHILDREN   OF   THE   FOREST 


"  Ye  say  they  fill  have  jjassed  away, 
That  noble  race  and  hravo  ; 
'J'hat  their  light  canijes  have  vanishe  1 

From  off  the  crested  wave  ; 
That  in  the  forests  where  they  roamed 

There  rings  no  hunter's  shout, — 
But  their  name  is  on  your  waters, 
Ye  may  not  wash  it  out. ' ' 

— L.   Si(joviney. 

Judging  from  the  natural  reticence  of  the  dusky- 
skinned  Indian,  one  woukl  not  suppose  him  capable  of 
conceiving  one  poetical  idea,  j^et  under  the  stolid  and 
apparently  unimaginative  exterior  there  lies  a  stoi'e  of 
imagery,  drawn  from  the  natural  objects  aroimd  him, 
whicli  he  studies  more  carefully  than  we  do  our  most 
interesting  books.  Nature  is  the  only  volume  of  know- 
ledge to  the  child  of  the  forest  and  plain.  He  borrows 
no  ideas  from  written  books.  His  Manito,  the  Great 
Spirit,  the  God  of  Nature,  supplies  all  he  needs.     He 


i-so 


I'EAKLS   AND    I'EHIiLES. 


.\' 


1^1 


seeks  lor  no  rhyiiics  in  wliiel;  to  clothe  his  Him})lo 
thoughts,  no  Howery  verse  ;  Init  there  is  poetry  in  his 
speech,  and  a  musical  rin<^  in  the  names  he  has  n^iveii  to 
the  rivers,  hikes  and  flowers  that  is  absent  in  ours.  The 
Indian  names  are  both  (lescri|)tive  and  characteristic, 
and  in  some  instances  contain  the  jLfcrm  of  local  or  dis- 
tinctive iiistory,  wliich  change  or  even  m.  [.ronunciation 
would  obliterate  for  ever. 

The  disjointed  syllables  may  not  sound  tiuphonious  to 
foreij^n  ears,  but  to  the  understanding-  of  the  native 
Indian  they  convey  a  sim])le  description,  a  j;raphic  word- 
picture.  The  beautiful  rapid  Otonabee  is  described  in 
the  name,  "  watei'  runnin<if  swiftly  llashinf''  ])rightly  "  ; 
Katchewanook,  "lake  of  three  islands":  Ontario,  "sheet 
of  placid  water":  Pem-a-dash-da-kota,  "lake  of  the 
burnint^  plains,"  the  original  name  of  Rice  Lake.  How 
many  years  ago  it  was  tluit  these  plains  were  burned 
over  they  do  not  know,  but  that  tliey  were  the  j  cene  of 
a  great  conflagration  the  Indian  name,  as  well  as  the 
half-chai*red  blackened  roots  below  the  surface  of  the 
soil,  prove.  Napanee,  the  Indian  word  for  Hour,  indi- 
cates tliat  on  the  site  of  that  now  flourishing  town  the 
tirst  flour-mills  in  the  district  were  erected. 

How  much  prettier  is  the  Indian  name  for  Spring 
Beauty,  "  Mis-ko-deed,"  than  the  unmeaning  botanical 
one  of  Olaytonld  Virf/micd.  In  t)ie  latter  .some  botan- 
ist has  [)erpetuated  his  own  insigniflcant  name  of 
Clayton,  whiio  the  IiidiiUi  mother,  with  truer  instinct, 


THE  CHILUUEN  OF  THE  FOREST. 


181 


simple 
'  in  his 
riven  to 
rs.  The 
iteristic, 
1  or  tlis- 
nciation 

niouH  to 
■  native 
ic  vvord- 
i-il)e(l  in 
jvlitly  ■' ; 
I,  "  .sheet 

of  the 
;.     How 

burned 
icene  of 
1  aH  the 
3  of  the 
iir,  intll- 
pwn  the 


Spring 
)otanical 
e  botan- 
lanie  of 
instinct, 


thoiH'h  she  iiu<rht  irive  tlie  name  Mis-ko-deed  to  her 
April-bo'-n  chiKl,  woidd  nev(;r  name  a  llower  after  lier 
child. 

The  Indian  ^'wVh  name,  Mad-wa-osha,  is  harsli  on  our 
ton<(ue  until  we  render  it  into  English  in  "  nmnnuring 
winds."  Tlu!  Indians  were  always  good  friends  to  me, 
and  1  have  ever  taken  a  great  interest  in  and  sympa- 
thi/ed  witli  them,  admiring  their  patience  and  (juiet 
endurance  under  great  privati(jns. 

Would  that  the  charitably  disposed,  who  do  .Sf)  much  for 
the  poor  in  the  hirge  cities,  would  turn  their  thoughts 
more  often  to  the  suffering  among  the  scattered  renniant 
of  the  former  owners  of  the  land  I  'I'Ih;  men,  resti'icted 
by  the  narrow  limits  of  civilization,  die  early,  leaving 
widows  and  orphans,  oi"  linger  out  a  dull  existence  by 
the  fireside,  theii'  blood  grown  sluggish,  anil  their  oue- 
timi'  energy  in  the  chase  weakened  l)y  the  necessary 
observance  of  the  game  laws.  Those  of  the  last  genera- 
tion have  lost  their  spirit :  the  boys  of  the  present  have 
nothing  to  call  theirs  into  active  existence.  I  once 
asked  an  Indian  woman  in  the  \illage  what  the  great 
boys  I  saw  lounging  about  the  streets  did.  "  They  ? 
Eat ! "  was  the  terse  and  emphatic  re|)Iy. 

But  I  am  wandering  away  fron^  the  Indian  names. 
The  one  giv^n  me,  Peta-wan-noo-ka,  "  red  cloud  of  the 
dawn,"  was  suggested  by  my  rosy  English  complexion, 
and  those  given  to  others  among  the  early  settlers  in 
the  bush  were  equally  poetical  or  descriptive. 
13 


182 


IT-AHLS    AND    I'EliliLKS. 


ii 


11! 


HI 


Wl'.'it  ;i  |iity  it  is  that  tlic  iiU'Miiiii;4S  of  all  tlif  Iiidinn 
iiaiiics  ivniaininy,'  to  oiii'  lakes,  livns  or  eiticM  arc  not 
nii<k'i'sto()(l  ainl  made  raiiiiliar;  and  j;'i('at('r  pity  still, 
that  in  ^somc  ca-cs  they  havr  liccii  set  aside  to  niako. 
room  for  Kuropean  iiaines  that  have  no  sij^nificance  to 
CaMadiaus. 

Al)()ut  four  miles  al)o\e  Stony  Lake  there  is  a  shallow 
piece  of  water  known  to  the  settlers  l»y  the  name  of 
Bow-shink.  This  lake  (thon;;'li  it  hardly  deser\t's  the 
term)  lies  below  the  hi<4'liest  elevation  of  land  in  that 
section,  called  "Jack's  Mountain,"'  famous  for  its  deposits 
of  mica  and  other  minerals.  Seen  through  itsendiossin^ 
mass  of  forest  trees,  the  eye  takes  in  little  hevond  tlu; 
silvery  ^leani  of  the  water  visible  at  intt'rvals  between 
the  treses. 

One  of  the  settlers,  who  was  curious  about  the  ori<i;in 
of  tlu'  Indian  nomenclature,  asked  what  the  woi'ds 
Bon'-slil Ilk  sipiitied. 

"Spilt  water;  looks  like  it,"  replied  the  Indian, 
Moses  Muskj-at,  as  he  stalked  awav,  lauo-hinjr  at  the 
conceit. 

The  words  of  lamentation  for  the  dead,  "  Wali-lia- 
no-viin,"  when  uttered  by  tl  em  in  a  lon^  drawn-out, 
mournful  cadence  and  minor  key,  have  an  indescribable 
wailing  sound  of  grief  and  woe. 

Ty-zah,  s])oken  ([uickly  with  an  upward  inflection  of 
the  voice,  are  excellent  expressions  of  the  combined 
wonder,  admiration  an<l  surprise  the  woi'ds  are  meant  to 


m 


I-  Imliini 

arc  not 

ity    still, 

{•ill ice  to 

shallow 

llilllic   ol' 

l\t'S    tlu' 

ill  that 

(K'posits 
iiliossiii^ 
y'ond  the 

ht'twci'ii 


w  on<;iii 
a     \v(j)'(ls 


Indian, 
at  th(^ 

W<ih-lni- 
awu-ont, 
scribable 

ection  of 
ouibined 
meant  to 


Ai- 

IllK 
HOI 

cm 
of 

pil 

r 

IIHI 
CXC 

Uii 

has 
the 

'I 
our 
kt'p 
inai 

1 
for 
null 
just 

T 
au(] 

Viio-l 

Dei< 
limi 

wis( 


TlIK    CIIILIJUKN    or   THK    KOHEST. 


ls:{ 


coincy:  and  the  low  liioliotnlious  souihIs,  Hn-lin-hn-ho- 
hi-h'i,  viirird  only  l>y  tlic  triiii.sjMKsiiiu'  of  tlir  syllultlf.s, 
iukI  iifcoiiipiuiit'd  l)y  )i  slow  iiiii\ ciiiiiit  of  tlif  lioily,  a 
sort  of  roc'kin;;  to  aiitl  IVo,  is  a  sootliiny;,  slfcp-inilm-iii^' 
cradlc-Hoiiff,  \vlii(!li  litows  as  one  listins  into  a  >>fndilanc(' 
of  tlif  si;;'liin;^'  sonnd  ol'  tlif  summer  wind  anion;;'  tlir 
pine  t(jps. 

'I'Ih'I'c  is  a  dry  lunnor,  too,  shown  in  some  of  tlifir 
names.  " 'riic-Man-w  itli-'l'wo  Ton;;"ucs  "  is,  I  think,  an 
I'xcellent  si)l)i-itfnrl  for  a  liai'  or  deceiver,  a  I'hai'acter 
jjjrcatly  (U'spised  liy  the  Indian.  '■ '^he-Man-wh()-\Valks- 
UlKU'r-the-J)irt  "  may  lie  taken  to  mean  a  miner,  hut  it 
has  [)ossil»ly  an  alle^^orieal  and  deepei-  si(rnitieance  to 
their  cars. 

Tlieir  code  of  morality  is  (|uite  as  well  defined  as  in 
our  own  deealo<j;ue,  hut  is,  of  eour.se,  not  moic  sti'ietly 
kept  by  the  ha<l  Indian  than  onr  own  l»y  the  had  white 
man  who  dis;4raees  the  name  (jf  (Miristiiin. 

Their  laws  are  few  and  simple,  snite«l  to  the  .sava<^e 
for  the  protection  of  life  an<l  pi'opei'ty  hetween  man  and 
man.  Theft,  lyinjjf,  murder — that  is,  taking  life  without 
justifiable  cause — conipri.se  the  criminal  code. 

Their  relie^ion  was  pantheistic  before  evati^ndization, 
and  the  older  jieopie  in  the  Rice  Lake  <listrict  held  a 
valine  belief  in  a  o-j-eat  and  ;;'ood  Spii'it,  an  overruline' 
Deity:  but  even  this  knowledi^e  was  dim  and  was 
limited  to  such  as  were  under  the  influence  of  tleir 
wise  or  "medicine"  men.     'i'hev  had  a  iifnei-al  l)elief  in 


mv 


■!,m 


184 


PEAULS   AND   PEUltLKK. 


the  power  of  (Iciiioiis  oi-  inferior  spirits  who  nile<l  tho 
oleinents  ol"  wiiter.  earth  and  uir.  The.sc!  vvei'e  their 
Lures  iiikI  Peiiates,  like  tlie  household  ^^ods  of  tlie 
heathen  (li-cteks  and  Itonians,  hut  the  Indians  made  no 
{graven  iniaj^es  or  idols  to  I'epi'esent  tlussi^  iinMU'inary 
spirits.  'I'hey  i;ave  ]»i'oj)itiatoi'y  oHerinj^s  of  food  or 
drink  to  i»\(!rt  their  dis|)leasui'e,  or  as  thaid<s  for  favorH 
received,  aiid  hefoi-e  meals  a  morsel  east  from  their  hand 
or  a  few  drops  of  liipiifl  wei-e  thus  n^jven  as  a  soi-t  of 
silent  erace,  l.ut  the  custom  is  now  no  lon^^'r  setsn 
amonir  the  Christian  Indians. 

It  is  se\cnty  years  siiicu!  the  woi'k  of  evanj;'eli/,ine;  tin; 
Indians  of  this  j.nt  I'f  ()ntario  was  he^un  through  the 
oM'orts  of  the  iiiissi(ina)'ies,  and  it  has  pleased  (lod'.s 
Spirit  to  bless  theii'  lahoi's  All  honor  to  the  devott'd 
men  who  lahiir.Ml  so  faithfully  to  i»reaeh  the  ^-ospel  of 
Christ  to  the  red  men,  to  l)i'in<;-  them  out  of  darkness 
into  the  blessed  linht,  of  love  and  everlastin<;'  life.  With 
the  sinu»li('it\'  of  ehildi'en  the\'  have  i-eceived  the  truth 
and  kept  it. 

The  little  hamlet  of  Hiawatha,  on  th(>  north  shoi-e  of 
Uice  li;d<e,  sent  forth  Peter  Jacobs,  John  Smiday  and 
others  whose  names  iire  not  so  familiar  to  me  — eai'iiest 
Christian  woikeis  to  can -y  the  Word  to  the  red  men  of 
otluu'  tribes. 

Sonu!  few  years  a;;()  the  Kesfi'end  Dr.  Hethune  (not 
our  I'esjH'cteil  late  Bishop,  tlioUL;h  bearing.'  the  same 
name,  l)ut  the  Lutheran    ISishop  of   Hrooklyn,  I'.S.  )was 


THE   CHILDREN    OK   THE    I'OllEST. 


Mirer    HUOM 


ir()n«;h  the 
iHi'd  (lod's 
w  (Icvoti'd 


tllUlH'  (lU)t 

I.  I'.S. )  was 


oil  ii  visit  to  a  raiiiily  n-sidin^^  on  tin-  south  side  of  l^icci 
Lake,  o])|)OHiti'  to  the  little  Jiidinii  villa;^('  Tlie  Doctor, 
in  tlio  early  years  ol"  Ins  jnii.stry,  had  been  a  teaeher 
and  exan;^''''^''''' "'    '''•'  Indians,  and  loved  the  work. 

in  reply  to  a  nei;^hl)orin<.(  cler^xnian's  conijdaint  of 
the  dillienlty  ot"  reaehini;  the  understanding'  of  the 
Indians  and  ol*  breaking  through  their  stolid   indiHer- 


Lince,  I 


le  sai( 


"  Ah,  my  friend,  you  do  not  j^o  the  rit^ht  way  to  woi'k. 
You  inust  roach  tlu;   Indian  throujih  his  knovvledj^c,  not 


thi 


tl 


rou^h   i/oiirn,  Ironi  tlu!  word-pictures  written  in 


the 


re 


only  hook  ho  knows,  tho  book  of  Natu 

On  Sunday  nioi-ninj;  at  an  early  hour  Doctor  Hethuno 
crossc^d  the  lak(!  to  preach  to  the  Indians,  aiitl  was  met 
on  tlio  shore  by  tlu!  leadin;^  men. 

One  of  th(un — it  mif^rht  have  been  .lolin  Sunday,  or 
Goor^o  ('opway,  or  Tobico — asked  the  Doctor  to  explain 
the  work  of  tlu;  Holy  Spirit  in  j^iviu};  li^ht  to  tho 
soul,  an  (^iKpiiry  which  (elicited  the  following  brief  but 
etlectivti  sermon : — 

"My   Indian  brothers,  look  at  the  lake  before  you." 


The    Indians    uttereil    a    Ln-oan-like    '  r<rh 


Tl 


H-y 


could  not  seo  the  water   -lake  and  suidi<dit  alike  were 


d    I 


obscured    by  a  tlnck    l( 


th 


hey  i^!\/.i'i\  upon    it,  no  one 


speakino;.      The  preacher  bent  his  head    in   silent  piayer. 

Suddenly  a  li^ht  wind,  stirrin^'  the  air,  lireatlied  ujion 

the    mist,  and   as   if   by  some  iiianieal  tdueli   (he  dense 

curtain   bejjjan    to  rise,   and   slowly   roliin;^^   back    to   the 


186 


PEARLS   AND    PEBBLES. 


hills  and  tree-tops,  allowed  the  sun  in  all  its  moinint^ 
splendor  to  shed  its  light  upon  the  little  band  of 
expectant  worshippers.  Then  the  preacher,  lifting  his 
hand,  said :  "  Even  as  the  rays  of  yon  sun  break  through 
the  dense  mists  that  hid  his  face  and  the  dark  waters  of 
the  lake  below  from  your  sight,  so  the  Spirit  of  the 
blessed  Lord  Jesus,  the  Son  of  God,  shines  <lown  into 
the  liL'arts  of  men,  showing  the  dark  waters  of  sin  and 
lifting  the  cloud  whicli  hid  from  them  all  the  goodness 
and  power  and  mercy  of  their  Father  who  is  in  Heaven. 
This  light  is  life.  '  Let  the  wicked  forsake  his  way,  and 
the  uiu'ighteous  man  his  thoughts :  and  let  him  return 
unto  the  Lord,  and  he  will  have  mercy  upon  him  ;  and 
to  our  God,  for  he  will  abundantly  pardon.'  My  Indian 
brothers,  let  us  pray." 

"  The  preacher's  words  are  good:  yoiu*  Indian  brothers 
see  light  in  them,"  was  the  heart^y  response  to  this 
simple  and  beautiful  discourse. 


"  111  Nature's  Ixjok  mi  liike  .•iiul  stream, 

And  tl()wer-.strewn  path,  and  isle  uiitnjd 
By  pale-face  feet,  the  red  man  reads 

The  word  of  the  eternal  Ood. 
The  dawn  to  him  a  promise  gives, 

The  day  the  looked-for  gift  l)estows  ; 
He  reads  the  signs,  by  reason  lives 

His  jiart  to  do — for  well  he  knows 
That  Nature  fails  not  nor  deceives — 
Trusts  the  Great  Spirit  and  believes." 


THOUGHTS  ON   VEGETABLE 
INSTINCT. 


The  great  Creator  has  endowed  all  vegetables  with  a 
property  analogous  to  life  and  sensation.  The  plant, 
like  the  animal,  is  subject  to  the  law  of  death  and  decay. 
This  very  fact  is  a  proof  of  life,  for  that  which  has  not 
life  cainiot  be  said  to  die. 

Ditiering  from  the  animal,  we  still  find  in  the  plant 
an  inanimate  power  exerted  for  its  preservation.  This 
power,  which  miglit  be  termed  A^egetable  Instinct, 
seems  even  in  the  plant  an  approach  to  the  exercise 
of  will,  though  in  a  very  limited  degree.  Tliis  may  be 
instanced  in  its  selection  or  rejection  of  such  nutriment 
as  is  suitable  or  detrimental  to  its  growth. 

The  tree,  indeed,  is  not  gifted  witli  volition  to  change 
its  place,  as  the  animal  or  even  the  insect  can  do  ;  it 
cannot  come  and  go,  but  it  can  refuse  to  grow  and 
flourish  where  it  has  been  planted,  should  soi^  or  climate 


Ira 


188 


PEARLS   AND   PEBBLES. 


prove  foreign  to  its  naturi'.  It  sliows,  as  it  wvw,  a  will 
of  its  own,  which  is  often  stubborn  and  resists  inter- 
ference from  man's  will :  and  man  must  conform  as  far 
as  it  is  possible  to  the  natural  wants  of  the  tree  or  the 
plant  if  he  wf)uld  turn  it  to  his  own  advantage. 

The  vegetable,  like  the  animal,  experiences  hunger, 
and  must  be  fed.  Like  the  animal,  also,  it  seems  to  be 
erdowed  with  a  power  of  choice.  It  has  its  likings  and 
dislikings  ;  it  rejects  or  selects  according  to  its  peculiar 
tastes  and  necessities. 

Man  by  his  superior  gifts  can,  by  care  and  observation, 
give  to  the  plant  what  is  needful  to  promote  its  growth, 
and  by  long  experience  is  enabled  to  acclimatize, 
improve,  and,  as  it  were,  educate  the  plant  for  his  own 
uses,  through  the  power  given  him  by  God. 

The  florist  or  the  agriculturist  is  able  to  increase  the 
value  of  his  crops  hy  studying  the  best  food  for  the 
plants  whose  seed  he  casts  into  the  ground.  Yet,  that 
there  is  a  diversity  in  the  requirements  of  some  vege- 
tables is  evident.  Some  species  are  gi'oss  and  demand 
rich  soil ;  others  of  a  more  delicate  habit  are  abstemious, 
and  will  thrive  best  with  the  most  scanty  nourishment, 
where  the  ranker  feeding  kinds  would  starve. 

The  little  Carpet  Weed,  a  small  hardy  plant  belonging 
to  the  Poligonum  family,  grows  and  thrives  by  our  path 
in  dry  sandy  soil :  down-trodden  and  despised  it  still 
flowers  and  increases,  where  another  species  would  perish 
utterly.     In  richer  mould  and  under  the  protecting  hand 


THOUGHTS   ON    VEGETABLE   INSTINCT. 


189 


of  culture,  this  sturdy  littli'  plant  might  dwindle  away 
and  lose  its  hardihood. 

There  are  marvels  of  beautv  anioiiii'  the  Orchids,  which 
feed  upon  what  the  atmosphere  alone  supplie.s.  These 
Horal  beauties,  drossed  in  the  most  glorious  colors,  seem 
to  be  fed  by  air  and  sunbeams,  the  gifts  of  Him  who 
made  their  forms  so  wondrous  fair  and  caused  their 
seed,  invisible  to  our  eyes,  to  fall  upon  some  sapless 
branch,  or  wall,  or  rugged  rock,  th^^re  to  grow  and  flour- 
ish and  die,  perhaps  never  looked  upon  '  y  the  eye  of 
man. 

Is  it  not  wonderful  how  these  lovely  orchids  grow  and 
thrive,  and  drink  in  the  dews  of  heaven,  expanding  their 
petals  to  receive  the  light  and  warmth,  to  become  living 
manifestations  of  the  wisdom  anrl  goodness  of  Him  who 
made  them  for  His  glory  and  His  pleasure,  and  fed  them 
by  His  care  to  delight  other  eyes  than  ours  ? 

It  is  true  that  in  virtue  of  the  authority  vested  in 
man,  he  can  suljject  in  some  measure  the  vegetable  world 
to  his  use.  He  was  given  power  to  sul)due  the  earth 
and  govern  it.  That  was  his  privilege  during  his  state 
of  obedience,  but  now  tlic  earth  is  rebellious  and  it 
recjuires  labor  to  govern  it  and  to  restore  that  which  was 
cursed  for  his  sake.  The  thorns  and  thistles  nuist  l)e 
rooted  up  or  the  land  will  not  yield  to  him  its  strength. 
Lal)or  is  the  remedy,  and  man  nuist  exert  both  bodily 
strength  and  mental  skill  to  live.  The  life-supporting 
ffViun  must  be  cultivated  :  it  will  not  vield  its  substance 


190 


PEARLS   AND    PKHHLES. 


spontanc'ou.sly.  So  Christ  in  the  remedy  for  th(^  moral 
wouds  so\V)i  by  our  .spiritual  foe. 

That  the  plant  poHseHses  an  energy  within  itself  to 
overcome  obstacles  that  interfere  with  its  growth  may 
be  noticed.  I  have  seen  an  elm  or  l)eech  end)racing  vvitii 
its  strong  elastic  roots  a  huge  block  of  stone,  binding  it 
down  wliile  it  sent  cut  its  smallei  fibrous  rootlets  to  the 
soil  below.  The  tree  itself  had  sprung  into  life  from  a 
seed  that  had  fallen  into  a  crevice  of  the  rugged  stone, 
but  as  it  advanced  'u  stature  it  required  more  support 
aTid  more  nutriment.  Firmly  rooted,  it  now  defied  the 
force  of  wind  and  storm.  It  threw  out  its  cables  and  its 
anchors,  and  then  began  to  flourish  more  abundantly — 
not  by  the  large  woody  roots,  out  by  the  tender  vege- 
table tubes  drinking  up  the  food  from  the  more  generous 
soil  whicli  they  had  entered  to  w;\it  upon  and  teed  the 
tree,  like  faithful  servants  ready  to  cater  to  their  masters' 
wants. 

There  is  power  in  the  living  germ  of  a  tiny  seed.  See 
how  the  tender  blade  of  wheat  will  pierce  the  hardest 
clod.  The  seedling  of  some  delicate  flower  will  Va>;st 
through  the  environing  mould,  raising  its  soft  plumy 
leaflets  to  the  light  and  air,  while  sending  down  its  roots 
deep  into  the  earth,  exerting  a  force  from  within  its 
tender  frame  that  eludes  the  most  cuiuiing  scrutiny  of 
the  eye  to  detect.  Silently  and  secretly  this  mysterious 
action  takes  place  in  the  sprouting  seed.     The   sceptic 


IHOUGHTS   OX    VEGETABLE    INSTINCT. 


1!H 


says,  "  It  is  tlic  luict-ssity  of  its  nature."  True,  hut  the 
sceptic  does  n(jt  see  Uod  in  Natxn-e. 

There  is  a  curious  adaptation  in  plants  to  overcome 
certain  ol)stacles  tiiat  obstruct  their  progress  in  growtli, 
and  that  enables  them  to  put  forth  certain  energies 
which  under  other  circumstances  are  not  exerted. 

This  is  seen  in  the  case  of  the  ivy  and  many  other 
climbing  plants.  In  its  infant  stage  the  ivy  appears  as 
a  tender  light  green  plant,  with  sharply  pointed  leaves. 
For  a  time  it  creeps  over  the  ground  ;  then  when  more 
advanced,  the  leaves  take  a  lobed  form  and  become  of  a 
dark  green,  the  stem  woody  and  branching.  The  slender 
branchlcts  seeking  support,  it  raises  itself  to  any  eleva- 
tion from  the  ground,  by  means  of  some  Imsh  or  the 
trunk  of  a  tree.  It  puts  forth  tiny  flat  feet,  armed 
with  imperceptible  rootlets,  l)y  which  it  attaches  itself 
to  the  rough  surface  of  a  wall  or  the  bark  of  a  tree.  It 
may  be  for  shelter  or  support,  it  caiuiot  be  for  nourish- 
ment. It  is  not  improbable  that  climbing  is  inherent  in 
its  nature,  and  so  it  strives  to  overcome  e\ery  obstacle 
that  interferes  with  its  upward  progress — who  shall 
say  i — and  to  this  end  it  exerts,  to  accomplish  its  desire, 
a  power  that  it  had  no  need  to  make  u.se  of  in  its  former 
condition. 

The  sower  who  casts  his  seed  in  the  furrows  of  his 
field  never  pauses  to  think  how  it  will  fall — whether  or 
not  it  shall  lie  in  the  best  position  for  the  gerniiiuition 
of  the  grain. 


U)2 


FEAULS   AND    PEBBLES. 


Natun;  fo'.Iovvs  liei'  own  laws  without  heed  to  the 
hand  that  sows  the  .se(!d.  The  latter  will  ri^lit  itself. 
Place  a  hulb  in  the  earth  with  the  crown  downward  or 
sideways,  and  it  will  come  up  in  spite  of  the  awkward 
l)osition  it  was  planted  in. 

Here  are  a  nuni])er  of  onions  or  of  potatoes  left  lying 
in  all  manner  of  ways ;  the  shoots,  you  will  notice,  take 
the  upward  direction  attracted  to  the  liglit.  The  iiniate 
power  in  the  living  vegetal)le  is  to  ascend  to  the  light, 
v'hile  the  root  descends,  loving  darkness  rathei*  than 
light. 

Thus  the  inanimate  things  of  creation  silently  obey 
the  will  of  the  Creator,  fulfilling  the  work  which  He 
has  ordained  to  His  praise  and  gloiy.  He  hath  given 
them  laws  which  shall  not  be  broken. 


"  A    FLORAL   MYSTERY. 

An  interesting  account  of  the  peculiar  pi'operties  of 
some  aijuatic  plants,  as  illustrative  of  what  we  have 
called  vegetable  instinct,  may  not  be  out  of  place  here, 
and  will  perhaps  be  new  to  .some  of  my  youthful  readers. 

Michelet,  the  delightful  old  French  naturalist,  gives 
the  following  history  of  the  Vallisneria,  better  known 
by  its  connnon  name  of  Tape  or  Eel  Grass,  an  aquatic 
plant  very  fre(juently  seen  in  slow-tiowing  lakes  and 
ponds,  covering  the  surface  during  the  latter  part  of  the 
sunnner  with  its  slender  light  green  leaves  and  white 
floating  flowers : 


THOUGHTS   ON    VEOETABLb;   INSTINCT. 


I!)3 


"  The  blossoms  of  this  water  plant  iirc  ol'  two  kinds. 
The  stamens  or  pollen-bearing  Howers  are  clustered  on 
sliort  scapes  (stems),  and  are  seen  growing  ai  the  bottom 
of    the    lake    or    pond.     'Hiv    fertile    or    fruit-bearing 
blossoms,    on    long   thready  elastic   stalks,   rise    to    the 
surface  of  the   water,  and   there  expand   to  await  the 
appearance  of  the  sterde  or  male  flower,  the   Imds  of 
which  l)reak  away  from  the  bottom  of  thcii'  watery  be<t 
and  float  upwai'ds,  open  out  their  petals,  and,  mingling 
with  tho-  fertile  flowers,  shed  upon  them  tiie   fertilizing 
pollen  dust.     The   latter  after  awhile   retire  l)elow   the 
s'lrface  by  means  of  the  spirally  coiled  scape,  which,  by 
contracting,  draws  down  the  in»])i'egnated  flower,  thei'c 
to  ripen  and  perfect  its  f.eed.     The  seeil  vessel,  which  is 
a  \ery  long  and  slender  pod,  of  an  olive  l)r<)wn  eoloi',   is 
attached  to  the  stalk  of  the  female  flower." 

The  pretty  white  blossoms  of  this  singular  iilant  are 
about  the  size  of  a  (|uarter-dollar,  and  in  the  month  of 
August  the  flowers  may  be  seen  in  sonu'  (piiet  bay, 
covering  the  still  waters  with  their  snowy  petals. 


THE    WHITE    W.\TEU    LILV. 

The  V)eautiful  Water  Lily,*  that  "  Queen  of  the  Lakes," 
what  pen  can  do  justice  to  her  lov(;liness ! 

The  exquisitely  folded  buds  are  seen  at  all  stages  of 
development,  rising  midway  from  the  bed  of  tlie  still 
waters  as  you  look  downward  into  its  depths.     As  they 

"  Ki/mp/ta;  Oderata. 


I!)4 


1' HAULS    AND    PEHHLES. 


rt'iicli  tlif  iiiHiU'iiCH'  oF  the  lij^^ht  and  tin-  wiirin  miiiHliine, 
the  (lowt'i's  ('\]))iii'l  iiitn  I'mII-IiIowm  hojuity  and  dt'liciouH 
Iciiioii-sct'iitcd  IVa^ra I !('<'. 

To  float  beside  a  lied  ot  iiiese  lieaiitiFul  flowers  and 
o-lossy,  widespread  lea\'es  is  a  treat  not  to  lie  forj^otten. 
As  daylii^'lit  closes  to  e\enin<f,  tli<'  lovely  blossoms  fold 
tlieii'  snowy  petals  over  the  ^oldeji  stamens  and  retire  to 
tlK'ir  watery  chambers  for  the  niifht. 

The  native  w^ater  lilies  of  Xorth  America  exceed  in 
size  and  beauty  those  of  En^'land,  and  there  are  \aiietieH 
found  amon^-  our  inland  lakes  in  ( )ntario,  tinned  with 
the  most  delicate  i-ose  pink.*      I 


liave  seen,  ni  one  ol 


tl 


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inland  lakes,  a  very  small  and  lovely  water  lily  hardly 
exceediuf;'  a  silver  dollar  in  size. 

In  many  acjuatic  plants  we  find  the  foliage  is  minutely 
and  finely  divided,  which  enables  the  water  to  flow 
thnmgh  them  with{>ut  any  impediment,  as  in  tiie  Poud- 
weed  Famih'.  In  the  water  Banuvculi  the  root  leaves 
are  flat  and  wide-spreading,  but  as  the  plant  ascends 
the  leaves  are  cut  into  flne,  narrow  segments,  and  so 
allow  the  currents  of  water  to  pass  freely  through  them. 

*  In  my  "Studies  of  I'lant  Life."  illustrated  by  Mrs.  Chamberliii,  is  given 
a  CDlorcd  plate  of  the  pink  Njimphce  Oderata. 


I 


somp:  curious  plants. 


HHOOM    ISA  I'M. 

Amoxo  the  wild  vi'^^ctalili'  products  of  our  forests  nmy 
lie  found  many  strange-looking'  plants  unlike  any  of 
those  with  which  we  are  familial'  in  our  gardens  or  fields. 

One  of  these  is  the  Broom  Rape  {Orobanehe).  It 
comes  up  in  the  woods,  often  by  the  pathway,  and  at 
first  iflance  vou  take  it  for  a  little  Imndle  of  hard  dry 
Itrown  twigs,  hut  on  closer  inspection  you  see  that  it  is  a 
})lant  with  life  and  f,'rowth  in  it. 

The  stems  are  clustered  together  at  the  base.  It  can 
hardly  be  said  to  have  any  i-oots,  and  yet  it  is  bearing 
its  flowers  almost  iindei'ground  as  wi'U  as  upon  its  scaly 
stems.  Of  foliage  it  has  none,  at  lea.st  no  green  leaves, 
only  scales  dry  and  i»rown,  and  the  flowers  are  simply 
two  little  hard-beaked,  bead-sha])ed  scales,  made  notice- 
able by  the  abundanct!  of  yellowisli  stamens  and  anthers 
wdiich  look  like  little  heaps  of  sawdust.     The  .stigmas 


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PKAHLS    AM)    PEimi-KS. 


art'  not  visildo.  Thr  wliolc  plant  looks  like  a  tiny  lu'iisli 
or  Itrooin,  ami  is  more  rt'iiiarkalilc  foi-  the  oddity  ol'  its 
appcaranctj  than  I'oi'  its  Itca.ity. 

It  Ixdonf^s  to  a  sini^ular  I'aniily,  that  known  as  the 
Crohn ttrhe  or  FJrooin  Hajx-  laniily,  to  which  also  the  tcriii 
Cancer  Hoot  has  Ikm-h  popniarly  ^dvcn.  I  Ik'Hi'Vc  this 
cnrious  plant  is  used  hy  tin-  Indian  hci-li  doctor  as  a  cnrt- 
for  cancer,  Imt  wlietliei-  ontwai'dlv  or  iiiwardlv  is  not 
known. 

There  are  several  species,  some  of  the  (U'der  haviiio' 
blue  and  white  tulmlar  ilowei's,  others  yellowish-hrown 
and  hairy:  all  arc  jtanisites  on  the  roots  of  oak,  lieecji 
and  some  other  trees. 


INDIAN    IMIM;. 

Anothi'i'  of  our  curious  ilowei's  is  the  Indian  Pi]ie 
{Munoti  ]>a,  unijlora).  This  sino-ular  plant  is  distin- 
j^nished  by  its  pure  whiteness,  without  one  tinge  (»f  color. 
From  root  to  sunuiiit  it  is  .spotless,  white  as  new  fallen 
snow.  It  is  also  called  the  Wood  Snowdrop.  It  attracts 
the  i-ye  liy  its  contrast  to  the  dark  I'ich  mould  on  which 
it  grows,  generally  at  thi'  foot  of  beech  trees,  sending  up 
a  cluster  of  white-.scaled  stems  some  nine  or  ten  inches 
in  height.  Each  thick  stem  is  terminated  by  one  white 
pellucid  flower  aVtout  the  size  of  a  small  tobacco  pipe, 
the  head  slightly  bent  downward  at  first,  but  becoming- 
erect  for  the  better  preservation  of  the  seed. 

So  sensitive  is  this  remarkable  plant  that  it  turns  black 


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soon  lifter  iH'int;  pulled,  its  if  pollutetl  l»y  cotitiict  with 
tJK'  huiimii  Imiul.  In  tlu-  lici-liuriuni  it  lt)s«'H  all  ita 
lu'iiuty,  turnini^f  l>liu*k  us  ink,  noi-  nin  it  n-tiiin  its  senii- 
trnnspiu'ent  texture.  To  iippreeiiite  the  plant  it  nnist  l>e 
seen  growing;  in  the  Hha<l(!  of  the  forest. 

There  is  another  species,  found  only  in  i)ine  and  ever- 
j^reen  \vo(m1s,  whieli  is  of  a  tawny  color,  the  stenj  woolly 
and  hearing  from  three  ti)  tivi;  flowi'rs.  The  liells,  when 
U[)rin;ht,  are  tilled  with  drops  of  dear  honey. 

This  is  known  as  Sweet  Pine  Sap.  F^ike  the  an'ijlora 
the  Pine  Sap  {Monutroixi  hi/po/ntijK)  is  a  perfect  Hower 
and  not  a  fungous  growth,  as  some  have  supposed.  It 
also  is  leaHe.ss,  the  foliagt^  being  mere  thin  .scales  arranged 
along  the  .scapu. 


Tin:    DODDER. 

The  Dodder  (Cascuta)  is  another  of  our  eccentric 
plants,  of  which  we  have  several  native  .species. 

The  singularity  of  one  of  these  struck  me  as  very 
remarkable,  from  the  attachment  it  showed  for  one 
particular  little  plant,  a  slender  species  of  Golden  Rod, 
There  were  other  plants  growing  near  these  Dodders 
which  would  have  given  all  the  needed  support,  hut 
they  evidently  did  not  po,sse.ss  the  .same  attraction  an<l 
were  passed  by — it  was  the  little  Solidago  and  none 
other.     It  really  looked  like  iv'ill  in  the  Dodders. 

And    what    was    strange,    too,    both    plants   seemed 

perfectly  healthy — while  the  clustered  flowers  of  the 
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PEARLS  AND  PEBBLES. 


Dodder  coiled  round  the  supporting  stem  of  the  Golden 
Kod,  the  latter  bore  its  yellow  blossoms  fresli  and  fair 
to  view  uninjured.  I  prcjserved  several  specimens  of  the 
united  flowers  for  my  herl«il. 

The  stem  of  the  Dodder  was  leafless,  of  a  rather  rusty 
green,  hard  and  wiry ;  the  numerous  clusters  of  flowers 
were  greenish  white. 

Another  species  of  this  curious  plant,  with  thready 
orange-colored  coils,  I  found  on  the  rocks  twining  among 
grasses  and  other  herbage. 


SENSITIVE    PLANTS. 

There  are  certain  flowers,  the  floral  organs  of  wliicli 
are  so  sensitive  that  the  slightest  touch  afl'ects  them. 

This  sensibility,  though  dittering  from  what  I  have 
called  vegetable  instinct,  seems  to  indicate  a  sense  of 
feeling  akin  to  a  life  principle  existing  in  the  flower. 
Possibly  the  more  learned  naturalist  may  object  to  my 
crude  idea  on  this  most  interesting  subject.  I  know  little 
beyond  what  observation  teaches  or  suggests,  and  am 
open  to  correction  when  I  err.  My  main  object  in  these 
pages  has  been  to  awaken  an  interest  in  young  readers, 
such  as  to  induce  them  to  seek  and  learn  for  themselves. 
Knowledge  thus  gained  is  very  pleasant  and  leads 
upward  and  onward  to  higher  and  more  satisfactory 
results. 

Everyone  knows  the  nervous  sensitiveness  of  the 
leaves  of   the  Sensitive  Plant,  which  on  the  slightest 


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touch  from  the  finger  instantly  closes  and  collapses  as 
if  fainting ;  but  it  is  not  of  this  and  others  of  a  similar 
nature  that  I  wish  to  remark,  but  of  a  few  of  our  native 
flowers. 

There  is  the  not  uncommon  shrub,  the  Berberry,  the 
blossoms  of  which  can  easily  be  tested.  If  the  base 
of  the  stamens  is  touched  with  a  pin  or  needle  they 
instantly  close  together.  Probably  a  similar  effect  is 
produced  by  the  tongue  of  the  bee  or  the  sucker  of  a 
fly.  Not  only  to  scatter  the  pollen  dust,  but  it  may  be 
to  guard  the  germen  of  the  flower  from  injury,  this 
movement  of  the  stamens  takes  place. 

The  same  eflect  seems  to  be  produced  in  the  sensitive 
organs  of  the  flowers  of  that  pretty  shrub  known  as 
Dog-bane  {AiJocynuyn  androsmmifoliuni)  or  shrubby 
Milk- weed.  The  little  pink-striped  blossoms  of  this 
plant  seem  to  be  chosen  by  some  species  of  very  small 
fly  as  a  sleeping  place  (that  is,  if  flies  do  sleep).  As 
evening  dews  begin  to  fall  they  resort  to  the  sweet- 
scented  bells  for  rest  or  shelter,  but  are  instantly 
captured  by  the  flower  stamens,  as  may  be  seen  by 
the  closed  anther  tips.  In  every  bell  a  tiny  prisoner  is 
held  fast  in  the  tenacious  clasp  of  the  organs  of  the 
flower. 

It  has  been  a  matter  of  dispute  whether  the  Pitcher 
Plant  (Sarracenia  Purpurea)  feeds  upon  the  insects 
that  creep  within  its  hollow  tube-like  leaves  or  not. 
That  the  insects,  flies  or  beetles,  enter  either  for  slielter 


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or  for  the  fluids  contained  in  these  beautiful  natural 
vases  seems  most  likely,  and  having  entered,  the  stiff, 
reflexed  hairs  that  line  the  tubes  form  a  barrier  to  their 
exit.  The  consequence  is  that  they  are  either  drowned, 
which  is  most  probably  their  fate,  or  made  prisoners  for 
life.  The  trap  proves  fatal  to  the  unwary  flies,  but 
the  plant  can  in  nowise  be  answerable  for  their  death. 
They  had  no  business  to  intrude  themselves  uninvited 
on  the  premises,  and  so  there  can  be  no  case  of  wilful 
nuirder  against  the  pitcher  plants.  The  verdict  is 
"accidental  death,"  and  an  impartial  jury,  could  such 
be  called,  would  say,  "  Serves  them  right !  what  business 
had  they  there  ? " 

Nor  can  it  be  proved  that  the  plants  derive  any 
benefit  from  the  intrusion  of  the  insects  otherwise  than 
that  all  vegetables  feed  on  the  carbonic  exhalations 
arising  from  decomposing  animal  or  vegetable  matter. 

The  pitcher  plant  is  the  northern  representative  of  a 
most  remarkable  order.  It  occurs  both  in  Canada  and 
all  over  the  continent  of  North  America,  and  if  not  so 
wonderful  in  appearance  as  some  of  the  magnificent 
tropical  species,  it  is  too  singular  in  structure  and  habits 
to  be  passed  by  without  notice. 

Well  worth  seeing,  indeed,  is  a  bed  of  pitcher  plants, 
especially  in  the  month  of  June,  their  flowering  time. 

The  tall,  naked  scape  bears  one  large  deep  red 
blossom.  From  the  globular  five-rayed  ovary  rises  a 
short,  pillar-like  style  which  expands  into  a  thin  yellow 


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umbrella-shaped  body,  elegantly  scalloped  at  the  edges 
and  covering  the  floral  organs,  adding  greatly  to  the 
beauty  of  the  flower. 

All  the  parts  of  the  flower  are  in  fives — petals,  sepals 
and  valves  of  the  seed  vessel.  The  root  is  thick  and 
fleshy,  the  hollow  leaves  beautifully  veined  with  bright 
crimson ;  the  lip  or  mouth  of  the  leaves  is  scalloped  and 
the  interior  fringed  with  stift*  silvery  hairs. 

Following  the  inner  part  of  each  leaf  runs  a  membi-ane 
like  a  flap.  This  curious  appendage,  being  shorter  than 
the  outside  curve  of  the  leaf,  throws  the  hollow  mouth 
into  the  right  position  for  receiving  and  retaining  the 
water  with  which  the  pitcher  is  generally  half  filled. 

In  some  species  of  this  most  interesting  order  of  plants 
there  is  a  natural  lid  which  probably  answers  the  same 
purpose.  In  some  the  urn  or  pitcher  is  a  prolongation 
of  the  leaf,  and  is  suspended  by  a  tendril.  The  flower, 
which  is  distinct  from  the  curious  hollow  leaf,  fades 
quickly  and  bears  an  abundance  of  seed.  The  whole 
plant  is  singular  in  all  its  parts,  and  is  a  sight  to  be 
admired. 


r- 


SOME    VARIETIES   OF    POLLEN. 


The  i'ertiliziMg  dust  or  pollen  of  different  flowers  varies 
in  shape,  no  two  species  being  exactly  alike  when 
examined  under  a  powerful  microscope. 

As  the  subject  may  have  hitherto  escaped  the  atten- 
tion of  my  readers,  I  will  notice  what  varieties  have 
been  perceived  and  made  note  of  by  such  scientific 
naturalists  as  Jussieu,  Malpighi  and  others. 

Malpighi,  the  learned  French  naturalist,  found  that 
the  pollen  of  the  sunflower  was  round,  but  beset  with 
rough  prickles ;  in  the  cranesbill  or  geranium  family 
the  particles  were  perforated  ;  in  the  mallow  thc-y  took 
the  form  of  wlieels  with  teeth ;  in  the  palma  Christi,  like 
gi'ains  of  wheat ;  in  pansies,  angular ;  in  maize  or  Indian 
corn,  flat  and  smooth ;  in  borage,  like  a  thin  rolled-up 
leaf ;  in  coniferce,  double  globules. 

The  observations  of  Jussieu  concerning  the  pollen  of 
the  maple  deserves  our  notice.  He  says :  "  Those  gentle- 
men who  have  minutely  examined  the  fertilizing  dust  of 


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the  flower  of  the  maple,  have  drawn  the  figure  of  tlie 
particles  in  form  of  a  cross,  but  I  find  them  to  be  globu- 
lar ;  nevertheless,  as  soon  as  they  were  touched  with 
moisture  they  instantly  burst  into  four  parts,  assuming 
the  form  of  the  cross. 

"  From  which  it  may  be  inferred  that  the  hollow 
globules  contained  some  subtle  fluid  which,  when  moist- 
ened by  rain  or  dew,  burst  and  discharged  their  contents 
on  the  surrounding  organs  of  the  flower." — Evelyn's 
Silva. 

What  wondrous  secrets  are  revealed  to  us  through  the 
medium  of  the  microscope  !  What  a  world  of  interest 
does  it  open  to  the  incjuiring  mind  of  the  young  student 
of  Nature ! 

The  minutest  insect,  the  wing  of  a  fly,  a  drop  of 
puddle  water,  the  capsule  of  a  tiny  moss,  or  a  morsel  of 
sea-weed,  are  revelations  sealed  to  the  mere  outward, 
unassisted  vision. 

A  scientist  once  remarked,  "Life,  even  a  long  life,  is 
not  long  enough  to  take  in  the  thousandth  part  of 
what  wonders  the  microscope  could  reveal  to  us  in  one 
short  hour,  of  things  so  insignificant  that  we  pass  them 
by  without  seeing  or  caring  for  them." 

There  is  nothing  small  in  God's  sight.  To  us  these 
things  may  appear  insignificant,  but  all  have  been  created 
with  a  purpose,  and  go  to  complete  the  wonderful  work 
of  the  creation. 


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PEARLS   AND   PEBBLES. 


POLLEN   OF  THE   WHITE   PINE. 

When  I  first  settled  in  the  liackwoods  of  northern 
Ontario,  I  noticed  that  after  lieavy  thunder-storms  the 
water  on  the  surface  of  the  hike  and  the  puddles  on  the 
ground  were  covered  with  a  fine  sulphur-colored  powdeiy 
substance,  which  lay  like  a  thin  yellow  crust  on  the 
earth  after  the  water  had  evaporated.  On  asking  an 
old  settler  what  it  was,  he  answered,  "  Sulphur,  which 
comes  down  with  the  rain  from  the  clouds.  We  call 
them  sulphur  showers,  for  it  is  always  seen  in  this 
country  after  thunder-storms." 

Not  being  quite  convinced  of  the  real  nature  of  the 
substance,  I  collected  a  portion  of  it,  dried  it  and  for- 
warded it  to  a  friend  who  was  the  possessor  of  a  fine 
microscope  of  four  hundred  magnifying  power.  I 
received  from  him  a  drawing  of  the  ma^jnified  powder 
grains,  which  resembled  grains  of  wheat,  a  central  line 
dividing  the  figure  giving  the  idea  of  duality  to  tlie 
form  of  each  atom. 

My  friend  pronounced  the  substance  to  be  the  pollen 
of  the  White  or  Weymouth  Pine  (Pinus  strobits). 

This  settled  the  matter  and  was  perfectly  conclusive, 
especially  as  this  sulphur-looking  substance  is  seen  only 
during  the  time  when  the  cone-bearing  trees  are  in 
flower  in  July,  which  is  also  the  time  when  thunder- 
storms are  most  general. 

The  extreme  lightness  of  the  pollen  dust  renders  it 


SOME   VARIETIES   OF   POLLEN. 


205 


probable  that  it  may  ascend  into  the  upper  air  (jr  cloud 
region,  and  be  precipitated  to  the  earth  during  heavy 
showers. 

It  is  a  curious  and,  if  needed,  a  convincing  fact,  that 
this  phenomenon  is  rarely,  if  ever,  noticed  now  in  the 
cleared  parts  of  the  country.  This  may  be  attriljuted 
to  the  great  destruction  of  the  pines,  the  forests  in 
many  places  being  denuded  almost  to  the  extermina- 
tion of  these  noble  trees.  The  time,  indeed,  seems  fast 
approaching  when  the  pine  tribe  will  disappear  and 
become  a  thing  of  the  past  only. 

While  writing  on  the  subject  of  tlie  so-called  "Sulphur 
Showers,"  I  was  much  pleased  and  surprised  by  reading 
&  passage  I  met  with  quite  unexpected!}'  in  a  volume  of 
that  rare  and  interesting  book,  "  Evelyn's  Sylva."  It  is 
so  much  to  the  purpose  that  I  will  transcribe  it.  The 
writer  observes  : 

"The  figure  of  each  of  the  minute  particles  which 
form  so  important  a  part  in  the  economy  of  every  plant 
and  tree,  probalily  varies  in  shape  in  each  tribe,  even  in 
the  various  species. 

"  To  the  unassisted  eye  we  see  only  a  fine  yellow  or 
^ey  dust  that  floats  so  lightly  on  the  air  that  the  least 
breath  of  wind  ruffling  the  branches  moves  it,  and  so 
light  and  so  plentiful  is  the  supply  that,  if  it  chances  to 
rain  during  the  flowering  season  of  the  pines,  the  stand- 
ing waters  near  will  be  painted  with  yellow  rings  of 
this  dust  from  the  trees." 


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PEAKLS  AND   PEBBLES. 


It  i8  known  that  the  mingling  of  pollen  from  flowers 
of  the  same  natural  order,  through  the  agency  of  bees 
and  other  winged  insects,  is  the  cause  of  the  great 
variety  of  species  which  we  find  in  plants  of  the  same 
family;  thus  the  different  races  of  plants'can  be  traced 
back  to  their  natural  orders,  including  the  genus  and 
species  of  every  family  in  all  its  variations. 


THE    CRANBERRY   MARSH. 


To  THE  EYE  of  the  botanist  our  cranberry  marshes  are 
fields  of  beauty  and  of  great  interest. 

Elegant  wreaths  of  this  beautiful  evergreen  plant, 
with  its  tiny  dark  green,  glossy  leaves,  trail  over  lovely 
peat  mosses,  tlie  Sphagnum  cymhefoliuin  and  the 
Sphagnum  ciliare. 

The  delicate  pink  bells,  pendent  on  their  liglit  thready 
stalks,  are  seen  through  the  season  with  the  fruit  in 
every  stage  of  growth  and  color,  from  the  tiny  dot  not 
larger  than  the  head  of  a  pin  to  the  pear-shaped,  full- 
sized  berry,  green,  yellow  and  bright  purplish-red, 
hanging  among  the  soft,  creamy  mosses;  and,  often, 
over  all,  a  forest  of  the  stately  chain  fern  or  the  noble 
Osmundi  regalis,  both  of  which  love  the  moisture  of 
the  peat  soil  and  the  cranberry  marsh. 

These  marshes  are  the  nurseries  of  many  other 
varieties  of  ferns,  flowers,  orchids,  plants  and  shrubs. 
They  are  also  the  haunts  of  harmless  species  of  snakes, 


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208 


PEAHLS   AND    FEHBLES. 


for  although  the  hhick  .snake  and  the  cf)pper-hoa(l  liave 
rather  a  (loul)tfiil  reputation,  I  have  never  yet  heard  of 
any  injury  bein<^  wutt'ered  from  tliese  obnoxious  reptiles. 

All  Horts  of  flies  are  bred  in  tiie.se  marshy  places — 
mo.squitoe.s,  deer-flies  and  \n(f  rra<l-flies  (the  terror  of  the 
cattle  in  the  North- West,  under  the  name  of  "bulldogs"), 
and  most  likely  tho.si^  little  torments,  the  Canadian 
black  flies,  may  nestle  there,  too.  Owing  to  tliLs  rather 
undesirable  company,  the  lovely  wild  garden  is  lather 
shunned  by  the  timid  botanist  during  the  months  of  May 
and  June,  when  it  puts  forth  its  greatest  attractions  in 
flowers  and  shrubs. 

To  enter  into  this  pai'adise  of  wild  flowers  and  files, 
moths  and  beetles,  the  naturalist  must  not  be  afraid  of 
mosquitoes  or  w'et  feet,  nor  must  he  mind  tripping  in  a 
hidden  network  of  tangled  roots.  Such  accidents  will 
not  hurt  him,  and  if  he  is  an  entliusiastic  botanist  or 
entomologist,  he  will  laugh  at  such  trifling  matters  and 
scramble  on  in  spite  of  black  snakes  or  bull-frogs,  to  be 
rewarded  by  finding  many  a  rare  bog  orchid,  unobtain- 
able upon  the  dusty  highways  and  byways  among  the 
common  haunts  of  men. 

Just  fancy  a  young  field  naturalist  returning  from  an 
exploring  tour  in  the  cranberry  marsh.  He  is  hot  and 
tired,  a  good  deal  fly-bitten,  dilapidated  in  dress  and 
appearance,  somewhat  the  worse  for  wear,  but  with 
looks  that  tell  of  unexpected  good  fortune. 

Having   hastily   satisfied   his   hunger  and    thirst   at 


THE   CRANMIEHUY    MAHSH. 


209 


tho  camp,  lie  unstraps  his  japainiofl  case,  and,  his  face 
Iteannn^  witli  triumphant  smiles,  proceeds  to  exhil)it 
his  wonderful  finds  in  the  shape  of  rare  beetles  of 
metallic  hues,  f^reen,  red,  scarlet,  hlue  and  sulphur- 
colored;  dragon-flies  larijfe  and  small,  bronze,  blue,  re<l 
or  metallic  fjreen  :  silvery  moths  with  dappled  win^s  or 
elefrjuit  blue  ones  with  brilliant  eyes. 

From  a  little  pill-box  which  he  has  carried  carefully 
in  his  vest  p(x;ket  he  takes  a  tiny  land  tortoise,  no 
bi^fjer  than  a  black  beetle,  that  he  found  baskinfjr  in  the 
sand  near  a  creek  and  only  just  hatched  from  its  warm 
shady  nest. 

And  then  he  will  be  off'  the  next  morning  at  sunrise 
to  the  bi^  peat  moss  which  he  has  not  yet  had  leisure  to 
explore. 

The  peat  mosses  are,  of  all  our  native  mosses,  the 
most  worthy  of  notice.  They  form  extensive  beds, 
many  acres  in  extent,  in  overflowed  marshes,  extinct 
lakes  and  partially  dried  beaver  meadows,  where  the 
bottom  soil  is  still  wet  and  spongy. 

In  such  situations  where  these  white  mosses  abound, 
mingled  with  the  running  vines  of  the  cranberry  there 
are  other  marsh-loving  plants  and  shrubs,  such  as  the 
Labrador  Tea  {Ledum  latifolia),  the  Wild  Rosemary 
(Andromeda  polifoiia),  the  Kalmia  and  the  white  and 
pink  flow^ered  Spiraea. 

Here,  too,  we  meet  with  large  beds  of  the  curious  and 
interesting  pitcher  plants  and  that  little  gem,  the  sundew. 


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210 


PEAHLS   AND   PEUHLES. 


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The  Icavt'H  of  thin  latter  plant  are  round  in  form,  of  a 
rod  color,  the  ed^cs  be.st't  with  pellucid,  nhini»ii;  drops, 
refleetin<(  the  rays  of  li<^ht  like  diainondH.  There  are 
two  Hpecie.s,  the  Droacta  rotund i folia  and  the  DroHcru 
lovf/ifolia.  The  tlowerw  are  huuiII  and  white,  .sonu.'tiineH 
tinjfcd  with  pink  and  borne  on  tall  Hteni.s.  The  former 
is  the  prettier  of  the  two.  In  such  places,  also,  we  find 
some  of  our  rarest  orchids — the  Grass  Pink  {Colopofjen 
pulc/teltus),  the  stendess  Lady's  Slipper  {Cyprepe.dium 
acaule),  the  Ram's  Head  Orchis  {C.  arwfenum),  the 
Arethusa :  the  Cidypm  horealis,  or  Bird's  Eye  Orchis, 
and  many  others. 

When  very  younij  tlie  peat  moss  is  of  the  liveliest 
tender  green,  but  as  it  increases  in  growth  it  becomes  of 
a  creamy  whiteness,  which  deepens  again  with  age  to 
.soft  rose  pin'  ,  the  fruitful  plant  turning  to  a  deep 
rose  purple  and  the  bud-like  capsules  collecting  at  the 
.sunnnit. 

The  foliage  of  the  larger  .species  is  soft  and  cottony, 
drooping  or  flaccid,  densely  clothing  the  upright  stems, 
which  in  height  often  measure  from  nine  inches  to  a 
foot,  and  being  interwoven  support  each  other,  forming 
deep,  soft  bed.s. 

Nor  are  the  peat  mo.sses  without  their  uses.  They 
are  so  .soft  and  pliable  that  they  are  found  most  service- 
able to  the  florist,  nurseryman  and  gardener  as  a  suitable 
material  for  packing  the  roots  of  plants  and  shrubs  for 


'■  ■■  : 


THE  CRANBERRY  MARSH. 


211 


distant  tmnsporiiition,  for  wliieli  purposi'  iimiiy  tons  luv 
used  in  the  year. 

There  are  several  species  of  sj)lui<;;nuuis.  The  sk'nder, 
delicate  /S.  acutifoliuin  has  narrower  leaves  than  the 
S.  cymhefolium.  The  capsules  are  pven,  not  red,  and 
the  plant  is  not  so  rolnist,  l>ut  it  is  still  curious  and  fair 
to  look  upon. 

Many  other  kinds  of  coarse  mosses  also  iuinj,de  with 
the  sphajrnunis  and  form  pleasing  contrasts  to  the 
whiter  mosses  and  bog-lovinjjj  j)lants. 


OUR    NATIVE    GRASSES. 


"  Ami  the  blithe  grass  bhvdes  that  stand  straight  up 
And  make  themselves  small,  to  leave  room  for  all 
The  nameless  blossoms  that  nestle  between 
Their  sheltering  stems  in  the  herbage  green ; 
Sharp  little  soldiers,  trusty  and  true, 
Side  by  side  in  good  order  due ; 
Arms  straight  down,  and  heads  forward  set. 
And  saucily-pointed  bayonet, 
Tp  the  hillocks,  and  down  again, 
The  green  grass  marches  into  the  plain, 
If  only  a  light  wind  over  the  land 
Whispers  the  welcome  word  of  command." 

— Lord  Lytton. 


Modern  botanists  have  separated  the  old  natural  order 
of  the  grasses  into  three  distinct  divisions — the  grass 
proper,  Graminece;  the  sedges,  Cyperacem;  the  rushes, 
Juncacecv.  But  my  knowledge  of  them  is  according  to 
the  old  school,  which  included  all  in  one  great  order. 
The  stately,  gigantic  bamboo  of  the  tropics ;  the  sugar- 
cane, the  flexible  cane-brake  of  the  southern  swamps; 


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OL'K    NATIVE   (iHASSLS. 


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i>Tass  of  the   Pampas,  \va\i no-  in  the   lirt'fZf  likf  oeutly- 
heavint»"  billows  of  a    silwrx'  shilling-  sea  :    tin-   lu'a\v 


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rice  and  the  j)uri)le-topi)(.'il  Indian  (•••i-ii  with  its  silky 
tassels  and  ii'olden  fruit — all  these,  and  tlir  eoai'se  <>-rasses 
that  grow  on  e\ery  wild,  uncultivated  spnt,  rushes,  i-eeds 
and  sedovs — all  and  every  speeies  were  classed  with 
the  sweet  vernal  grasses  of  the  meadows  and  pastures; 
from  the  highest  to  the  lowest,  thex'  were  all  included 
under  the  familiar  name  of  Grass. 

The  rich  variety  and  aliundaucc  of  the  native  o-rasses 
of  the  western  and  north-westei'u  prairies  of  this  great 
American  continent  form  one  of  its  most  attractive 
features — great  waving  oceans  of  vci-dure  where  the 
bison  once  fed,  but  which  are  now  yielding  to  the  plow 
of  the  settler.  Man  by  his  reckless  greed  has  driven  otf 
and  well-nigh  exterminated  the  bison  (Indian  bufi'alo) 
from  the  plains  of  Manitoba  ami  the  Saskatchewan, 
and  the  wild  grasses  of  the  prairie  are  also  destined  to 
disappear   with   the  wild    herds   which    feil  upon  them. 

It  is  a  siup-ular  fact  that  amonjf  all  the  manv  varieties 
of  the  prairie  grasses  there  are  no  trut-  gi-ain-bearing 
cereals  to  Ite  found,  none  producing  secil  sutticiently 
nutritive  for  the  support  of  man.  Although  many  of 
the  i>"rasses  resemlile  oats,  wheat,  liai'li-x'  and  mai/e,  there 
seems  to  be  in  the  substance  they  produce  an  absence  of 


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214 


PEARLS   AND    PEHULES. 


The  most  edible  grain  that  wt.'  find  in  a  wild  state  is 
the  Zizania  aquatica,  or  "  Water  Oats  " — the  Indian 
rice — Imt  it  is  not  a  native  of  the  prairies,  and  is  not 
found  in  many  of  the  inland  lakes  of  our  North- 
West,  though  abundant  in  the  slow-flowing  waters  of 
Ontario. 

It  grows  in  nuiny  of  the  upper  lakes  in  such  large 
beds  as  to  resemble  islands,  and  in  the  shallow  bays  and 
coves  attains  so  rank  a  growth  as  to  impede  the  passage 
of  boats.  When  in  flower  it  is  one  of  the  most  graceful 
and  lovel}^  of  our  native  grasses.  The  long  ile.xible 
ribbon-like  leaves  tioat  loosely  on  the  surface  of  tlit^ 
water,  and  the  tall  spikes  of  the  pretty  straw-colored 
an  I  purple  anthers,  freed  from  tlie  fold  of  the  slender 
stalks,  hang  gracefully  lluttering  in  the  breeze. 

When  the  leaves  turn  yellow,  and  the  grain  ripens  in 
the  mellow  days  of  late  September  or  Octoljer,  the  Indian 
women  gather  it  into  their  canoes  l>v  means  of  a  short 
thin-bladed  paddle,  with  which  they  strike  the  heads  of 
the  grain-bearing  stalks  again.st  a  stick  held  in  the  other 
hand  an<l  over  the  edge  of  the  canoe. 

The  wild  rice  has  a  peculiar  weedy,  smoky  flavor,  but 
if  properly  cooked  is  very  delicious.  The  Indians  pre- 
serve it  in  manj'  ways,  and  look  upon  it  as  belonging 
especially  to  them.  They  call  the  month  of  the  rice 
harvest  the  "  Moon  of  the  Ripe  Rice." 

One  of  my  Indian  friends  always  brings  me  each  year 
a  pretty  l)irch-bark  basket  of  wild  rice,  giving  it  to  me 


OUR    NATIVE   GRASSES. 


215 


with  the  kindly  words,  spoken  in  her  own  soft  tongue, 
"  Present  for  you." 

These  little  offerings  are  very  sweet  to  me.  They  are 
genuine  tokens  of  simple  gratitude  and  affection,  and  for 
which  I  never  offer  any  payment,  knowing  it  would  be 
at  once  rejected,  for  the  rice  is  a  free-will  gift  and  there- 
fore priceless. 

The  deer,  too,  feed  upon  the  rice  heds.  The  doe  leads 
down  her  fawn  to  the  lake,  and  the  sweet,  tender  grassy 
leaves  of  the  young  rice  ai'e  eaten  eagerly  by  the  gentle 
creature.  In  the  season  countless  wild-fowl  come  from 
the  colder  regions  of  tlie  north,  and  the  sportsmen  know 
their  favorite  feeding  Ijeds  among  the  rice  fields  of  the 
inland  lakes. 

There  is  a  beautiful  chapter  on  "  Grass  "  in  the  Rev. 
Hugh  McMillan's  charming  volume,  "  Bible  Teaching  in 
Nature,"  which  I  wish  everyone  could  read.  I  would 
gladly  tianscril)e  uuich  of  it,  but  would  not  thus  rob  my 
readers  of  the  pleasure  of  enjoying  tlie  book  for  them- 
selves.    A  few  words  only  I  must  (juote  here : 

"  Grass  forms  the  beautiful  and  appropriate  covering 
of  the  grave.  As  it  was  the  earth's  first  blessing,  so  it 
is  her  last  legacy  to  man.  The  body  that  it  fed  when 
living,  it  reverently  covers  when  dead  with  a  garment 
richer  than  the  robe  of  a  king. 

"When  all  other  kindness  in  food  and  clothing  and 
emblematical  teaching  is  over,  it  takes  up  its  Rizpah 
watch  beside  the  tomb,  and  forsakes  not  what  all  else 


21G 


I'KAKLS    AND    I'KBBLES. 


has  forsaken.  Gt'iitly  does  it  wrap  up  the  aslies  of  the 
(lead,  wivatliin^^  like  a  laurel  crown  the  cold  damp  Ijrow 
with  its  interlacing  roots,  drawing  down  to  the  darkness 
and  solitude  of  the  grave  the  warm  hright  sunshine  and 
blessed  dews  of  heaven." 

There  is  man}^  an  unknown  grave  in  Canada  long 
deserted  and  forgotten.  In  the  early  days  of  the  colony 
the  s(.'ttlers  were  wont  to  hury  their  dead  in  some  spot 
set  apart  as  a  family  hurying-ground.  There  was  little 
attention  paid  to  the  rites  of  religion,  and  little  ceremony, 
for  the  dwellers  were  few,  and  their  houses  often  far 
apart — some  on  the  banks  of  lonely  forest  streams, 
others  near  the  great  lakes,  and  some  deep-seated  in  the 
heart  of  the  woods. 

A  prayer,  maybe  a  hynni  or  psalm,  a  mother's  tears, 
and  then  the  grass  and  wild-flowers  took  possession  of 
the  grave  and  hallowed  it.  Rude  was  the  soil  and 
lonely  the  spot — a  rough  rail  enclosure,  a  surface  stone 
to  mark  where  lay  the  sleeper,  or  a  cross  of  wood,  or  a 
name  rudely  cut  upon  the  li\ing  l)ark  of  some  adjacent 
tree,  the  sole  memorial  of  the  dead. 

The  lands  liave  passed  away  from  the  families  of  the 
first  breakei's  of  the  soil,  and  the  peaceful  dead  are 
neglected  in  their  lonely,  unmarked  resting-places, 
forgotten  by  man,  but  not  uricared  for  by  Redeeming 
Love. 


OUR    NATIVE   (JRAS.SES. 


217 


THE    CRAVES   OV   THE    EMKiRANTS. 

Tlioy  sleep  iiut  wliuro  their  fathers  sleep, 
In  the  village  churchyfinrs  bound ; 

They  rest  not  'neath  the  ivied  wall 
That  shades  that  holy  ground  ; 

Nor  where  the  solemn  organ's  peal 

Pours  music  on  the  breeze, 
Through  the  dim  aisles  at  evening  hour, 

Or  swells  among  the  trees ; 

Nor  where  the  turf  is  ever  green, 
And  flowers  are  blooming  fair 

Upon  the  graves  of  the  ancient  men 
Whose  children  rest  not  there  ; 

Nor  where  the  sound  of  warning  bell 

Floats  mournfully  on  high, 
And  tells  the  tale  of  human  woe. 

That  all  who  live  nmst  die. 

Where,  then,  may  rest  those  hai-dy  sons 

Who  left  their  native  shore 
To  seek  a  home  in  distant  lands 

Beyond  the  Atlantic's  roar  ? 

They  sleep  in  many  a  lonely  spot 

Where  mighty  forests  grow. 
Where  stately  oak  and  lofty  jiine 

Their  darkling  shadows  throw. 


The  wild-bird  pours  her  matin  song 
Above  their  lonely  graves. 

And  far  away  in  the  stilly  night 
Is  heard  the  voice  of  waves. 


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PEARLS    AND    PEBHLES. 


Fair  lilies,  nursed  hy  weeping  ilews, 

IJufuld  their  blossoms  pale, 
And  si)otless  snow-tlowers  lightly  bend 

Low  to  the  passing  gale. 

The  tire-fly  lights  her  little  spark 

To  cheer  the  leafy  ghjoni. 
Like  Hope's  blest  ray  that  gilds  the  night 

And  darkness  of  the  tomb. 


Where  moss-grown  stone  or  simple  cross 

Its  silent  record  keeps, 
There,  deep  within  the  forest  shade, 

The  lonely  exile  sleeps. 


INDIAN   GRASS.* 


This  is  one  of  tlie  mo.st  remarkable  of  our  native 
grasses,  both  as  respects  its  appearance  and  habits  as 
well  as  the  use  the  Indian  women  make  of  it  in  the 
manufacture  of  all  sorts  of  ornamental  trifles  and  useful 
articles.  They  weave  its  long,  flexible  shining  dark 
green  leaves  into  baskets,  mats,  braids  and  many  other 
things.  As  I  write  I  have  before  me  a  cup  and  saucer 
neatly  and  skilfully  woven  together  in  one  piece  by  the 
dusky  Angers  of  an  Indian  squaw. 

The  Indian  grass  retains  its  color  for  a  long  time,  and 
its  flne  aromatic  perfume,  resembling  the  scent  of  vanilla, 
remains  for  many  years  after  it  is  cut  and  woven  into 
the  various  articles  made  from  it. 


*The  Indian  Grass,  commonly  so-called,  is  the  identical  "Holy  Grass" 
of  northern  Europe.  The  botanical  name  Ilicrochlou  is  derived  from  the 
Greek  words  meaning  narrc'l  and  (/rnss,  the  custom  of  strewing  liurches 
and  other  sacred  buildings  with  this  fragrant  plant  giving  it  the  name.  It 
was  only  when  reading  Smiles'  "Memoirs  of  Robert  Dick"  (long  after  the 
above  was  written),  t,  .d  the  aci'ount  that  industrin;:,  naturalist  gives  of 
this  plant,  that  I  instantly  recognized  It  as  the  s;ime  found  in  Ontario  and 
used  by  the  Indian  women  in  their  work. 


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I'EAKLS   A.\|>    Pi;i!HLi;s. 


This  ni-ass,  with  thu  ([uillsof  the  porcupiiK^  (which  the 
H(|UfiwH  dyi'),  inoost'-hair.  the  bark  of  the  silver  or  white 
birch  and  the  inner  V»ark  of  various  other  trees — bass, 
cedar,  oak  and  lieech — from  which  they  make  the 
coai'ser  baskets,  are  the  only  stock-in-tritde  now  left  to 

t-' 

the  poor  Indians. 

Tht;  soil  in  which  the  Indian  grass  grows  is  for  the 
most  part  light,  suuiy,  low  ground,  near  water,  so  the 
Indians  tell  n)e:  but  it  is  also  found  in  prairie  lands, 
where  it  is  veiy  beautiful,  the  husk  or  plume  Ijeing  of 
a  purplish  color  and  very  bright  and  shining.  Under 
cultivation  it  is  ver}'  shy  of  blossoming,  but  the  leaf 
attains  to  a  great  length.  In  my  own  garden  it  grows 
most  luxuriantly,  the  blade  often  measuring  nearly  three 
feet. 

It  l»r(mks  <:he  grouni^  early  in  the  spring,  before  any 
othei-  grass  has  begun  to  show  itself  on  the  lawn.  Like 
the  spi'ar-grass  it  has  a  running  root,  pointed  and  shar]), 
to  pierce  tin?  moist  soil,  and  is  hardy,  remaining  green 
and  briiiht  in  cold  or  in  summer  drought.  It  does  not 
give  out  its  perfume  until  a  few  hours  after  it  has  been 
cut.  One  of  its  useful  (pialities  lies  in  its  toughness — it 
will  not  break  when  being  twisted  or  braided,  and  can 
even  be  knotted  or  tied — and  it  is  this  elasticity  which 
ena1)les  the  Indian  women  to  make  it  so  available  in 
their  manufactures. 

I  have  myself  used  it,  making  it  into  table  mats,  and 
find  it  pretty  and  useful  for  that  purpose.     I  used  to 


INI>I  \X   (iKASS. 


221 


get  from  the  Iiidiuns  pivtty  braided  i-hains,  confined  at 
intervals  by  hands  or  rir<j,s  of  dyed  quills  or  beads. 
These  I  sent  home  to  Knj;land,  where  they  were  highly 
esteemed  for  the  work  and  the  sweet  scent  of  the  grass. 
One  of  these  chains  is  still  in  existence  and  has  lost 
little  of  its  fraiirance. 

I  have  sometimes  suggested  that  the  aroma  might  bi* 
utilized  as  a  toilet  article  in  the  way  of  perfume. 

The  Indian  women  of  the  present  generj^tion  nin  much 
more  refined,  and  pay  more  attention  to  cleanliness  in 
their  habits  than  did  their  mothers  and  grandmothers. 
A  lady  who  was  returning  to  her  friends  in  England 
asked  me  to  })rocure  for  her  some  of  these  grass  chains. 
I  applied  to  an  Indian  woman,  who  readily  set  to  work 
to  supply  them,  seating  herself  under  one  of  the  trees  in 
the  grove  near  m;^  garden.  On  going  out  to  bring  her 
some  refreshment,  great  was  my  dismay  to  .see  a  great 
length  of  the  grass  braid  wound  round  her  by  no  means 
delicately  clean  big  toe. 

When  I  protested  iigainst  this  mode  of  proceeding, 
she  laughed  and  said,  "  Good  way,  hold  it  all  tight,  nice." 

But  finding  that  I  made  great  objection  to  her  "  nice 
way  "  of  holding  the  braiding,  she  stuck  a  sharp  stick 
into  the  ground,  and  fastened  the  coil  of  braid  nnnid  it, 
and  seemed  convinced  that  this  way  was  "  nicer  "  than 
the  other. 

She  had  been  perfectly  unconscious  that  tlnn-e  was 
any'uhing  objectionable  in  her  original  mode  of  weaving 


•>•)•> 


I'EARLS   AM)    I'EIJULE.S. 


tlu'  liuly'H  cluiin  until  I  pointed  out  its  impropriety. 
Then  .she  perceived  it,  and  liuij;'hin<;,  said,  '  Dirty  foot, 
not  nice." 

The  good-natured  H(|uaw  took  no  otf'enct.'  with  nio 
for  my  disapproval  of  her  ])rimitive  way  of  workinjr. 
Gentle,  patient,  accustomed  to  be  ruled  from  childliood, 
the  Indian  woman  bears,  sutlers  ami  submits  without 
complaint. 

Many  a  gentle  Christian  character  have  I  known 
among  tlie  Indian  women  of  the  Rice  Lake  and  Mud 
Lake  villages,  not  unworthy  of  the  name  of  the  Master 
whose  teachings  they  so  meekly  followed. 

The  men  die  out,  leaving  widows  and  helpless  children 
to  be  maintained.  No  one  seems  to  care  for  the  wants 
of  the  poor  Indians  beyond  the  officials  who.se  part  it  is 
to  carry  out  the  regulations  from  the  Indian  Department 
of  the  Government  in  their  behalf.  But  there  seemF  to 
be  a  lack  of  .sympathy  shown  to  these  poor  people. 
They  endure  sickne.ss  and  himger,  and  suifer  many  trials 
in  silence,  never  appealing  for  charity  at  any  of  the 
public  institutions  or  pi'ivate  societies  so  long  as  they 
can  work.  The  Indian  will  trade  for  bread,  but  rarely 
ever  asks  for  it ;  he  has  a  pride  of  his  own,  peculiar  to 
his  r.^ce. 

He  is  not  ungenerous  by  nature — indeed,  an  Indian 
loves  to  give  little  marks  of  his  gratitude  when  kindly 
treated. 

"  Present  for  you,"  the  squaw  will  say,  laying  beside 


IXUIAN    UUASS. 


223 


your  purchase  a  tiny  cnnoc,  a  l)a.skt't  of  birch  bark,  or 
soiue  other  triHc,  and  whm  money  is  ott'erLMl  in  return 
she  says,  "  Xo,  no,  7u> — For  love  of  kindness  to  ine." 

Tiiere  is  something  kindly  in  tiie  Indian's  nature.  I 
like  the  words  they  close  their  letters  with, 

"  1  kiss  you  in  my  heart, 

From  your  Indian  friend." 

The  Indian  women  outlive  the  men.  Their  quiet, 
peaceful  temper,  sobriety  and  industrious  habits  may 
account  for  this  fact ;  but  tlie  men  liave  not  the  same 
resources  and  are  not  in  their  natural  state.  Their 
spii'it  seems  broken,  and  they  become  slow  and  inactive, 
and  pine  away  early.  Change  of  hal)it  from  the  old 
out-of-door  life  of  the  hunter  and  trapper  preying  upon 
them,  the}  die  under  the  restrictive  laws  of  civilization, 
and  in  another  century  li  will  be  asked  where  is  the 
remnant  of  the  native  race  ?  and  but  that  the  dark  eye, 
black  hair  and  dusky  skin  may  be  traced  in  a  few 
scattered  individuals,  it  may  be  doubted  if  they  ever 
existed  or  had  left  any  descendants  in  the  land. 


MOSSKS  AND   LICHI'NS. 


I  FEAii  my  readers  may  turn  over  these  few  pao-os  ami 
regard  the  sul>j('ct8  as  things  of  little  worth — mosses  and 
lichens,  diy,  uninteresting  objects  that  we  tri-ad  undei- 
our  feet  or  pass  by  without  giving  them  a  s<'Cond  glance 
— and  place  them  among  tiie  rough  "Pebbles,"  not  tlie 
choice  "Pearls"  ol' my  collection. 

Uninviting  an<l  trivial  as  the  subject  may  be  to  many, 
I  am  confident  that  to  the  true  lover  of  Nature  they 
will  not  be  without  theii-  interest,  and  may  possil)ly 
direct  attention  to  a  world  of  beauty  which  has 
hitherto  escaped  his  notice. 

The  lichens,  the  fungi  and  the  mos,ses  were  probably 
the  earliest  forms  of  vegetable  life.  Before  the  gra.sses 
and  small  herbs  these  may  have  been  created  as  a 
promise  of  what  should  clothe  the  young  earth  with 
verdure.  The  sea- weeds  {Ak/a')  may,  indeed,  have 
preceded  them,  and  we  miglit  call  them,  not  inaptly,  the 


MOSSKS   AN'I)    LK'HKNS. 


2-5 


iMosMi'M  of  tho  HfjiM,  mill  pbuT  tlu'iii  lit  tin-  head  (as  t\wy 
art'  l>v  riirlit  dI'  prioritv)  of  this  wo'M  nf  Ni-j't'tation. 

'I'lic  most  iitli'activt'  of  our  inosses  ijfi'ow  in  tlir  slnulicst, 
tliiekt'st  of  our  woods.  wIkti',  nt  tin  font  of  soiuf  huiifo 
inapU',  ash  oc  v\u\,  in  thi'  ricli  'iaiiip  \ cf^vtaltlf  iiiouM,  you 
will  find  out'  of  till'  hainlsoiucst  ami  lar;;i'st,  tin'  II;/pnum 
Hpli'wIi'iiH  ;  or,  it  may  '"•.  forming'  a  niiiiiattin!  forest  on 
tilt'  ih'cayiiii,^  truiil<  of  oin'  of  tin-  prostrate  {^'iants  of  tho 
woo  1,  wliiTc  it  spreads  its  Icathny  faii-sliapcd  fronds, 
lii'aneldfts  which  s[)riii;;'  from  a  somiwliat  stiff"  and  wiry 
stem,  each  st't  apparently  di-iiotinn-  the  jn'odnet  of 
th 


a 


years  ^n-owtn. 

The  foliaijt!  of  these  fan-shaped  fronds  is  soft,  much 
divided,  and  frin^'ed  with  minute  silky  liaii's.  The  older 
plants  are  of  a  ilarkei'  hue,  with  a  purplish  shade  in  the 
centre.  This  add.-;  much  to  tlie  lieauty  of  its  appearance, 
and  serves  to  distil. ijuish  this  tine  moss  from  the  other 


spe 


cies. 


The  Hi/iniUAH  i^plf'mleiifi  is,  I  think,  of  perennial 
li'iowtli,  as  nianj'^  specimens  show  the  decayed  fronds  of 
former  veai's.  I  have  counted  as  maiiv  as  nine  on  the 
.same  stem,  lie.sides  the  fresh  i^rcen  ours. 

The  cap.sules  coutaining  the  sporuhs  or  seed  appear 
on  long  slender  steins,  not  more  than  two  at  the  lia,s(>  of 
each  of  the  fronds.     This  moss  extends  by  roots  a.s  well 


as  i>v 


th 


e  .seec 


Tlie   wood   moss    (Iliipnain    frii/n'fram)  is    coarser 


and  more 


l.usl 


IV,  aiK 


1  tl 


louii'li    more  s 


trik 


iiiif  in  ai) 


ppear- 


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PEARLS   AND    PEBBLES. 


''':':i 


ance,  is  not  wanting  in  the  peculiar  grace  of  outline 
which  is  so  attractive  in  Hypnuni  splendens. 

It  is  somewhat  remarkable  that  the  larger  and  more 
conspicuous  plants  of  the  moss  tribe  are  less  distin- 
guished b}  Lheir  fruitage  than  the  smaller  ones,  some  of 
which,  lowly,  tiny,  incigniticant  as  to  size,  attract  the 
eye  by  the  bright  array  of  shining  capsules  displaying 
rich  tints  of  red  and  brown,  fawn  or  orange  color.  Very 
lovely  these  tiny  cups  look  contrasted  with  the  various 
shades  of  green,  pale  straw  color,  deep  purplish-ljronze, 
grey,  sii' ''ry-white,  or  whatever  the  prevailing  color  of 
the  moss  may  b(;. 

There  seems  iu  be  no  end  to  the  number  and  varietv 
of  species  of  mosses  that  are  to  be  found,  whether  in  the 
deep  shade  of  the  primeval  forest,  in  swampy  fens  or 
bogs,  in  the  water,  floating  and  waving  as  the  wind 
moves  the  surface,  in  the  crevices  of  rocks  where  a  little 
soil  sastaiuK  them,  or  on  the  rugged  stone  which  they 
clothe,  as  if  to  kindly  hide  the  rough,  bare  surface. 

No  soil  .s'  >  barren,  n(^  desert  so  dry,  but  some  kind  of 
mo.ss  will  find  a  spot  where  it  may  grow  and  flourish, 
take  root  and  display  its  tufts  of  verdure,  its  rosy  stems 
and  capsules. 

Look  at  this  forest  of  red  stalks,  each  crowned  with  a 
shining  cap.  The  leaf  is  .so  minute  you  can  hardly 
distinguish  it,  but  the  fruit  is  bright  and  beautiful.  Tlie 
soil  is  hard  and  arid,  incapable  of  supporting  anything 
save  this  Red  Moss  (Ceratodon  purpureus). 


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227 


"  It  drinks  lieaven's  dew  as  blithe  as  rose 
That  in  tlie  King's  own  garden  grows." 

It  has  indeed  a  great  capacity  for  moisture,  rain,  snow 
and  dew,  which  appears  to  be  the  only  food  of  the 
mosses  that  grow  on  desert  hinds.  Tliere  is  tlie  tiny 
Bryurtt  argentewni,  and  others  of  the  same  genus,  wliich 
take  possession  of  the  least  inviting  soil,  slate  roofs,  dry 
thatch,  sapless  wood  and  hard  clay  banks  where  nothing 
else  will  grow. 

All  the  species  of  this  family  are  not  so  small.  Some 
are  conspicuous  for  their  tine  coloring,  such  as  tlic 
Bryiim  roseum,  one  not  uncommonly  met  with  in  the 
forest.  Clusters  of  these  may  be  found  deeply  nested 
in  old  decayed  logs  among  a  vai'iety  of  Hy/mums  and 
Dicranums.  Their  deep  green  leafy  rosettes,  in  shape 
like  miniature  roses,  form  a  decided  contrast  to  the 
sister  mosses  and  grey  lichens,  and  if  it  cluuice  to  I).'  the 
fruiting  season,  there  is  an  added  charm  in  the  vai'ied 
colors  ;  for  rising  from  the  cap-like  centre  of  the  crown 
of  the  plant  are  from  three  to  five  hair-like  stems  about 
an  inch  in  heiglit,  of  a  reddish  color,  almost  .semi- 
transpai'ent,  bearing  a  capsule  blunt  on  tlie  apex  and  a 
little  curved  downward  at  the  neck.  This  ca])  is  orange- 
red,  and  looks  as  if  it  were  a  chalice  tilled  to  the  brim 
with  some  choice  wine  or  amber-tinted  fluid. 

This  curious  vessel  is  closely  .sealed  by  a  lid  which, 
when  the  contents  are  ripe,  is  lifted  and  the  fine  seed  or 
sporules  are  poured  out.   This  fruitful  Bryum  is  sexsile, 


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PEARLS   AN  J)    l'EH15LES. 


{^vcnvs  close  to  the  g-round,  and  extends  largely  by  means 
(jf  its  root-stalk,  which  sends  u\>  many  shoots,  each  hud 
t'ormin*^  a  little  leafy  deep  {^reen  cup. 

A  siiio-ularly  handsome,  tree-like  variety  is  the  Palm- 
Tree  Moss  (Cllmacium  Americanum),  but  it  is  not  a 
membei-  of  the  Bryum  family,  bein«;- distinct  from  it  both 
in  haiiit  and  appearance. 

The  appropriat<!  name  of  Palm  Tree  Moss  is  derived 
from  its  plumy  head :  the  stem  is  often  more  than  an 
inch  high,  bearing  on  its  smnmit  a  drooping  crown  of 
elegant  feathery  fronds,  from  the  midst  of  which  ascend 
slender  tlu'cady  stalks  bearing  the  long  cylindrical  pale- 
red  capsules. 

When  growing  in  the  rich  damp  soil  of  the  shady 
woods  the  full-grown  specimens  are  briglit  green,  but  in 
wet  Hpongy  places,  exposed  to  the  rays  of  the  sun,  the 
plants  take  a  bronze  color,  are  stunted  and  tliick-set, 
and  have  not  the  graceful  appearance  of  those  nurtured 
in  the  forest. 

One  of  the  most  elegant  of  the  somewhat  stiffly  grow- 
ing mosses  is  the  Dicranum  secundum,  which  is  of  a 
slenderer  habit  than  the  Dicranum  scopavium.  In  it 
the  hair-like  leafage  is  more  scattered  and  borne  on  one 
side  only,  '^i'here  are  many  sjx'cies,  and  they  are  to  be 
found  in  many  places:  some  in  damp  woodlands,  on  logs, 
or  on  the  groun<l ;  some  on  gneiss  rocks  and  hillsides, 
foiMiiing  thick  level  lieds  of  velvety  green,  very  bright 
and  l(j\ely,  the  dark  capsules  giving  a  fringe-like  grace 


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229 


to  the  moss,  relieving  its  uniformity  and  adding  to  the 
general  effect. 

On  bare  rugged  rocks,  dead  wood  and  barren  soil,  a 
patch  of  silvery  brightness  catches  the  eye,  and  involun- 
tarily we  stop  a  moment  to  inspect  one  of  the  hardy 
little  mosses  of  the  wayside,  the  Bryum  argenteum.  It 
is  so  named  from  its  silvery  sheen,  the  brightness  of  its 
tiny  capsules  and  the  minuteness  of  its  very  inconspicu- 
ous foliage.  It  is  the  very  least  of  the  Bryums,  yet  the 
most  fruitful ;  the  little  silvery  caps  are  so  close  together 
that  they  form  a  shining  host,  and  many  a  rugged  spot 
is  adorned  and  made  attractive  by  them. 

Perhaps  it  was  some  such  insignificant  moss  as  our 
Brywm  argenteum  that  brought  strength  and  comfort 
to  the  weary  heart  of  the  lonely  African  missionary, 
Mungo  Park.  Alone  in  the  desert,  despairing  of  all 
human  aid,  he  had  sunk  down,  and  like  the  Hebrew 
prophet  of  old  was  I'eady  to  cry  out,  "  It  is  better  to  die 
than  to  live!"  wheri  his  eye  chanced  to  rest  upon  a  little 
plant  beside  him,  and  attracted  by  its  beauty,  he  argued 
thus  vithin  himself:  "If  the  great  Creator  has  thus 
preserved  and  nourished  this  little  plant  with  the  dew 
from  heaven,  and  protected  its  helpless  form  so  frail 
from  injury,  will  He  not  also  care  for  one  for  whom 
Christ  died  ? "  and  rising  from  the  arid  de.sert  he  once 
more  pursued  his  journey,  strengthened  by  the  sight  of 
that  simple  desert  plant. 

When  these  hardy  little  Hypnums  and  Bryunm 
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230 


PEARLS  AND  PEBBLES. 


decay,  they  leave  to  their  successors  g,  sandy  soil,  part 
of  which  has  been  won  from  the  hard  rock  on  which 
they  had  found  an  abiding-place,  their  tiny,  wedge-like 
roots  having  forced  apart  the  surface  of  the  limestone 
or  gneiss  rock,  taking  to  themselves  minute  particles  of 
the  sterner  materii'l  thus  forcing  its  strength  to  yield  to 
their  weakness.  This  is  another  proof  of  he  wisdom  of 
the  Almighty  God,  who  "  willeth  the  weak  things  of  tlie 
world  and  those  that  have  no  power  to  overcome  the 
strong,  and  the  base  things  of  the  world  and  the  things 
that  are  despised  hath  He  chosen  to  bring  to  nought 
things  that  are." 

Look  now  at  this  beautiful  Feather  Moss  {Hyfmuvi 
tamarisrinvm).  Each  frond  is  like  a  green  plume, 
hence  its  descriptive  name.  Like  Hypnura  splenchvs 
it  seems  to  be  perennial,  as  may  be  inferred  from  the 
ratlier  wiry  stem  bearing  many  divisions  in  the  form  of 
branchlets. 

The  plants  of  the  first  year's  growth  are  single  fronds, 
not  branched,  and  it  is  the  older  and  more  matured 
that  bear  the  long  slender  fruit-stalk  and  fine  capsules 
containing  the  seed.  There  are  seldom  more  than  two 
to  each  of  the  lower  pairs  of  leafy  divisions.  This 
species  increases  more  by  roots  than  by  seed,  as  is  the 
case  with  many  of  the  larger  mosses,  and  retains  its 
color  well  when  pressed  and  mounted  in  the  herbarium. 

I  consider  the  most  satisfactory  method  of  preserving 
the  mosses  is  to  wash  them  thoroughly,  no  matter  how 


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you  do  it — squeeze  them  well  (they  are  very  elastic  and 
cpme  all  right  however  roughly  you  handle  them);  then 
pick  out  such  pieces  as  you  wish  to  preserve,  press  the 
moisture  from  them  with  rag  or  blotting  paper,  old 
towel  or  any  soft  thing  of  the  kind,  and  when  pretty 
well  dried  with  a  small  brush  and  a  little  paste  arrange 
them  ill  a  biank  book  or  album  of  good  stout  paper. 
Always  obtain  the  seed  vessels  '*"  possiljle,  as  it  is  by 
this  particular  organ  of  fructification  that  the  family 
and  different  species  are  recognized. 

A  well-arranged  book  of  mosses  becomes  a  charming 
thing  to  inspect,  and  if  the  collector  is  fortunate  in 
having  a  friend  who  is  a  botanist  and  who  will  holp 
him  to  name  his  specimens,  he  will  have  a  treasure-book 
of  very  lovely  objects  to  remind  him  of  pleasant  times 
spent  in  forest,  swamp  or  field — a  memento  of  wayside 
wanderings  of  days  gone  by,  when  the  discovery  of  some 
new  plant  or  m.oss  or  lichen  was  a  source  of  pure  and 
innocent  delight,  unalloyed  by  the  experiences  and  cares 
of  after-life  among  his  fellow  men  in  the  hurry  and 
strife  of  the  busy  world. 


3.-  'M 


THE    INDIAN    MOSS-BAG. 


Besides  the  use  wliich  is  made  of  the  white  peat  moss 
by  the  nurserymen  and  the  gardeners,  there  is  one  which 
I  will  describe,  as  it  will  be  new  to  those  of  my  readers 
who  are  not  acquainted  with  the  interior  of  the  Nortli- 
West  Indians'  wigwams,  an  I  the  way  the  Indian  mothers 
nurse  and  care  for  their  babies. 

The  Indian  moss-bag  takes  the  place  of  the  cot  or 
cradle — I  might  add,  of  the  rocking-chair,  also,  so 
indispensable  in  our  nurseries.  It  is  simplj^  formed  of 
a  piece  of  cloth,  or  more  usually  of  dressed  doo-skin, 
about  two  feet  in  length,  shaped  wider  at  the  upper  part 
and  narrower  below.  The  sides  are  pierced  with  holes 
in  order  that  they  may  be  laced  together  with  a  leathei- 
thong.  On  this  skin  is  laid  a  soft  bed  of  the  dried  moss, 
and  the  papoose  (the  Indian  name  for  baby)  is  placed 
upon  it,  its  hands  and  arms  carefully  disposed  at  its 
sides  and  the  little  legs  and  feet  straight  down  and 
wrapped  in  a  bit  of  fur,  so  that  the  tiny  toes  can  feel  no 
cold.  The  end  of  the  bag  is  then  folded  over  at  the 
other   L.id,    turned   up    and    the   sides   laced   together. 


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Nothing  of  baby  is  seen  but  its  face  and  head.  The 
black  head  and  bead-like  black  eyes  look  very  funny 
peering  out  of  the  moss-bag.  I  forgot  to  mention  that 
care  is  taken  to  support  the  back  of  the  babe's  head  by 
a  pillow  of  the  moss,  the  back  portion  of  the  bag  being 
left  a  little  higher  than  the  front  for  that  purpose. 

A  strong  loop  of  braided  bark  or  of  finely-cut  strips 
of  doe-skin  is  attached  to  the  moss-bag,  by  which  the 
primitive  cradle  may  be  suspended  to  the  branch  of  a 
tree  or  to  a  peg  in  the  wall  of  the  lodge  or  house,  cr  be 
passed  over  the  mother's  forehead  when  travelling  or 
moving  from  place  to  place  with  the  child  on  her  back. 

The  infant  seems  perfectly  at  ease  and  contented. 
Of  course,  it  is  released  at  times  during  the  day  and 
allowed  to  stretch  its  limbs  on  its  mother's  lap  or  on  the 
floor  of  the  lodge,  where  a  blanket  or  skin  of  some  wild 
animal  is  spread  for  it  to  lie  upon. 

So  accustomed  are  the  children  to  this  original  cradle- 
bed  that  when  able  to  creep  they  will  voluntarily 
seek  for  it  and  dispose  themselves  to  sleep,  fretting  if 
del)aiTed  from  being  put  to  rest  in  it. 

Not  only  is  this  papoose  cradle  in  use  among  the 
Indians,  but  in  the  nurseries  of  the  white  settlers  as 
well,  and  great  taste  and  skill  is  shown  in  the  material 
of  which  they  are  made.  Beautiful  patterns  in  needle- 
work are  wrought  with  silk,  moose  luiir  and  beads  by 
the  ladies  of  the  Hudson  Bay  Company  to  ornament 
their  moss-baos. 


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I       ! 


When  older,  tlie  arms  of  the  children  are  allowed 
to  be  free,  and  j^reat  care  is  taken  to  keep  the  little 
ones  bright  and  liappy. 

The  North-West  papoose  cradles  are  much  bett*  r 
than  those  of  our  Ontario  Indians,  which  are  generally 
made  of  thin  board  or  bark,  while  any  sort  of  rags  or 
blanket  forms  the  bed  for  the  babe.  Tlie  squaw,  when 
entering  a  house,  will  just  slip  the  loop  from  her  head 
and  stick  the  cradle  up  against  the  wall,  with  very  little 
care  for  the  poor  prisoner,  who  rarely  cries,  but  peeps 
out  from  its  shock  of  black  ha  r  perfectly  contented  to 
remain  a  silent  spectator  of  the  novelties  by  which  it 
may  be  surrounded. 

The  mother  often  has  a  pad  attached  to  the  strap  of 
the  cradle,  to  prevent  its  sharp  edges  hurting  her  fore- 
head when  carrying  the  child  in  this  way. 

Now,  it  strikes  me  that  our  British  ancestry  may 
have  been  nursed  in  just  such  a  fashion  as  that  of 
the  North-West  Indian  moss-bag.  You  know  the  old 
nursery  lullaliy  .song ; 

"  Rock-a-liy,  lm1\y.  on  the  tree-top, 
When  the  wind  blows  the  cradle  will  rock, 
When  the  bough  breaks  the  cradle  will  fall, 
Then  down  comes  cradle  and  baby  and  all." 

This  ditty  is  as  old  as  any  of  the  ancient  chronicles, 
handed  down  from  age  to  age  verbatim  by  nursing 
mothers  of  ancient  days,  a  history  in  rhyme  of  how  our 
ancestors  ^vere  cradled. 


SOMETHING  GATHERS  UP  THE 
FRAGMENTS. 


"  Something  gathers  up  the  fragments,  and  nothing  is  lost." 

— Fuurcrois'  Chemistry. 

The.se  striking  words,  so  suggestive  of  the  wise  economy 
of  the  great  Creator  of  the  universe,  are  simply  a  para- 
phrase of  tlie  words  of  the  Lord  Jesus  given  to  His 
disciples  after  the  miraculous  feast  of  the  hungry 
multitude  on  the  grassy  slopes  of  Palestine,  "  Gather  up 
the  broken  pieces  which  remain  over  and  above,  that 
nothing  be  lost "  (John  vi.  13,  Revised  Version) — words 
which  we  are  apt  to  read  without  entering  fully  into 
their  meaning. 

We  think  only  of  +heir  obvious  import  that  no  waste 
of  provisions  should  be  allowed,  that  even  the  fragments 
should  be  gathered  up  and  made  use  of  for  ourselves  or 
for  the  poor,  but  the  old  French  cliemist's  eyes  were 
opened  to  see  a  wider  and  deeper  meaning  in  the  Lord's 
words. 


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PEARLS   AND   PEBHLES. 


;'     1 

.1 

,1 

;1 


He  saw  that  in  Nature,  from  the  greatest  to  the 
smallest  thing,  there  is  no  waste.  Unseen  and  unnoticed 
by  us,  every  atom  has  its  place  and  its  part  to  fulfil. 
Nothing  is  lost.  In  God's  economy  we  trace  this  fact 
everywhere. 

The  waves  of  the  mighty  ocean  are  kept  back  by  the 
atoms  of  sand  worn  down  from  the  lofty  hills  and  rocks 
V)y  the  action  of  the  winds  ami  rains  and  frosts  of  past 
ages.  The  minute  particles  are  brought  down  by  melted 
snows  of  the  avalanche  to  the  rivers,  and  by  the  rivers 
to  the  seas.  The  ocean  waves  bear  these  sands,  mingled 
with  their  waters,  to  lay  them  softly  down  on  the  shore, 
there  to  form  a  barrier  against  their  own  encroachments, 
unconsciously  fulfilling  the  dictates  of  their  mighty 
Creator's  conunand,  "  Hitherto  shalt  thou  come,  but  no 
further ;  and  here  shall  thy  proud  waves  be  stayed." 

Atom  by  atom  were  the  lofty  hills  built  up ;  atom  by 
atom  are  they  lai<l  low.  By  slow  but  constant  action 
they  perform  the  great  work  of  keeping  back  the 
advance  of  the  mighty  waves  of  the  ocean  and  forming 
new  land. 

Chemistry  presents  many  wonderful  examples  of  the 
changes  effected  by  certain  combinations  known  to  the 
scientific  searchers  into  the  mysteries  of  Nature,  but  such 
things  are  out  of  the  sphere  of  my  limited  knowledge. 

Let  us  rather  go  into  the  forests,  where  we  may  realize, 
not  less  forcibly,  the  truth  of  the  words,  "  Something 
gathers  up  the  fragments,  and  nothing  is  lost."  > 


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The  depths  of  the  forest  present  to  the  eye  of  the 
traveller  a  scene  of  tangled  confusion.  Here  fallen 
trees,  with  upturned  roots,  lie  prostrate  on  the  ground  ; 
branchless,  leafless,  decaying  trunks,  unsightly  to  the 
eye ;  beds  of  blackened  leaves ;  shattered  boughs, 
whitened  and  grey  with  fungous  growth  ;  naked  steins 
ready  to  fall,  their  barkless  wood  graven  with  many 
fantastic  traceries,  the  work  of  the  various  insect  larvro 
that  have  sheltered  therein  their  nurseries  while  the 
tree  was  yet  living  and  strong.  A  thousand  forms  of 
vegetable  life  are  below,  filling  up  the  vacant  places  of 
the  soil. 

In  the  silence  of  that  lonely  leafy  wilderness  there  is 
active,  sentient  life — nothing  is  idle,  nothing  stands  still ; 
instead  of  waste  and  confusion  we  shall  find  all  these 
things  are  working  out  the  will  of  the  Creator. 

"  Disorder — order  unperccived  by  thee; 
All  chance — directitjn  which  th(;u  cfinst  not  sec." 


Here  lies  one  of  the  old  giants  of  the  forest  at  our 
feet.  Take  heed  how  you  stop  upon  it.  By  it.-?  huge 
size  and  the  pile  of  rifted  bark  beside  it  one  judges  it 
must  have  had  a  growth  of  two  hundred  years,  drinking 
in  the  rain  and  the  dews,  and  being  fed  by  the  gases 
that  float  unseen  in  the  atmosphere.  The  earth  had 
sustained  it  year  after  year,  giving  strength  and  support 
to  the  mighty  trunk  from  its  store  of  mineral  substance 
through   the   network    of    cable-like    roots   and    fibres 


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PEARLS   AM)   PEUni.ES. 


Nover  idle  were  tluwe  vegetal »le  uiinerH,  iihvays  (lijij^in«; 
inaterials  from  the  dark  earth  to  add  power  and  suh- 
staiice  to  the  tree,  liour  hy  hour  building  up  its  wonder- 
ful structure,  takiii}^  and  selecting  o'dy  sueii  particles  as 
were  suited  to  increase  the  woody  tihre  and  add  to  the 
particular  (pialities  of  th'j  tree,  whether  it  be  oak,  or  ash, 
or  maple,  or  the  majestic  pine. 

But  while  the  tree  had  been  receiving,  it  had  also 
year  l)y  year  been  j^ivinjij  back  to  earth  and  air,  in  an 
altered  state,  something;  that  it  did  not  reijuire  for  itself. 
It  had  given  back  to  the  earth  fresh  matter,  in  the  fonn 
of  leaves,  decayed  l)ranches  and  eti'ete  bark  and  fruitful 
seed.  It  had  purified  and  chanj^ed  the  gases  that  it  had 
first  inhaled,  and  deprived  them  of  the  properties  that 
were  injurious  to  animal  life.  Something  had  gathered 
up  the  fragments  tiiat  had  been  thrown  off;  there  had 
been  change,  but  not  loss. 

Now,  let  us  look  more  closely  at  the  surface  of  this 
fallen  tree  as  it  lies  before  us,  a  cumberer  of  the 
ground. 

It  is  covered  with  variegated  mosses,  soft  as  piled 
velvet,  but  far  more  lovely.  Here  on  the  mouldering 
old  wood  are  miniature  forests,  HypnuTns,  Dicranums, 
Bryums,  with  many  lichens  of  the  tenderest  hues,  grey, 
yellow  or  brown  deepening  to  red,  and,  it  may  be,  some 
brilliant  fungus  of  gorgeous  scarlet  or  cardinal  red,  fawn 
or  gold,  exquisite  in  form  or  in  coloring,  contrasting 
richly  with  the  green  of  the  mosses. 


SOMKTHIN'G   GATHERS   l*I'  THE    FKA(JMEN'T.S. 


239 


PoHsibly  Hoino  rcjidor  will  i-jiise  tiie  ([lU'stion,  Of 
wluit  service  can  all  these  decaying  trees  and  their  cov- 
er! n<^.s  of  moHseH,  lichens  and  funj^i  be  to  man  '.  They 
have  their  Mses,  as  we  shall  fin<l  if  we  examine  the  sub- 
ject more  closely,  and  notice  the  effects  prodnced. 

The  floating;  jjjerms  of  vej^etable  life,  the  seeds  or 
spores  of  the  lichens  and  mosses,  falHnji;  on  the  surface 
of  the  fallen  timber,  find  a  soil  suited  to  the  peculiar 
re(piirements  and  development  of  their  orpmisms. 
These  minute  vejjetable  growths  are  similar  to  those 
Heen  j^rowinjr  npon  old  rails  and  stumps  and  dry  walls, 
and  which  anyone  ijjjnorant  of  their  nature  mi^ht  think 
part  of  the  substance  to  which  they  adhere,  instead 
of  livinf^  plants  as  the  cryptograms  all  are.  Simple 
plants,  representin<if  the  earlier  forms  of  vegetation  in 
the  world's  history,  worthy  are  they  of  reverence  and 
adoration.  These  and  others  like  them  might  be  called 
the  grey  fathers  of  the  vegetable  kingdom. 

As  the  lichens  decay  they  give  place  to  the  mosses, 
and  these,  as  they  increase,  send  down  their  wedge- 
like roots  between  the  ti.ssures  of  the  bark,  penetrating 
into  the  tissue  of  the  vc/od,  already  softened  by  the 
decomposition  of  the  former  occupants.  The  dew,  the 
showers,  the  frosts  and  snows  of  winter,  falling  upon 
the  sponge-like  mosses,  fill  them  with  moisture,  in- 
vigorate them  and  increase  them  till  they  form  thick 
mats  that  hide  the  surface  of  the  wood. 

Some  of  these  mosses,  as  we  have  seen,  are  not  mere 


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PEARLS   AND   PEBBLES. 


annuals,  but,  like  the  Hypnum  aplendens  and  others 
among  the  hair-cap  mosses,  are  perennial. 

Let  us  raise  the  thick  mat  of  velvety  mosses  that  are 
so  minute  and  so  closely  packed.  It  presents  a  uniform 
smooth  surface,  and  it  seems  a  pity  to  disturb  it  in  its 
beauty,  but  we  would  look  beneath  and  see  what  its 
work  has  been  during  the  past  years. 

A  bed  of  rich  black  friable  mould,  the  residue  of  the 
annual  decomposition  of  these  tiny  mosses,  meets  the 
eye  ;  below  that  mould  we  find  layers  of  decaying  wood, 
a  loose  network  of  fibrous  matter.  The  cellular  tissues 
have  disappeared,  and  witii  the  least  pressure  of  hand 
or  foot  the  whole  fabric  falls  into  a  powdery  mass. 

The-  very  heart  of  the  wood  has  yielded  up  its  strength 
and  hanlne.ss  tinder  the  influences  of  the  agencies  brought 
to  l)ear  upon  it.  A  few  more  years  and  that  fallen  tree 
will  be  no  more  seen.  The  once  mighty  tree,  with  the 
mosses  and  lichens  alike,  will  iiave  returned  their  sub- 
stance to  Mother  Karth.  "Ashes  to  ashes,  dust  to  dust." 
The  little  plants  that  penetrated  to  the  heart  of  the 
vegetable  giant  of  the  woods  have  done  their  work,  and 
are  no  more  needed.  The  gases  have  been  set  free  and 
restored  to  the  atmosphere. 

Let  us  sum  up  the  work  and  see  its  results.  The 
elements  and  the  wood  of  the  tree  have  fed  the  lichens 
and  mos.ses.  The  mosses  have  been  a  warm  sheltering 
home  for  myriads  of  'nsect  larvfB,  which  have  gathered 
up  many  fragments  during  their  infant  state,  all  tending 


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to  reduce  the  wood  to  the  earthy  condition  which 
sliould  enter  into  other  forms.  Then  conie.s  man,  a 
settler  in  tiie  forest  wilderness,  a  stranger  and  an 
eniii^rant  from  a  far-ofF  land.  Cominj;  to  make  himself 
a  home,  he  must  cut  down  the  living  trees  and  clear  the 
|»round  with  axe  and  fire.  He  sows  the  wheat  and  corn 
upon  the  rich  black  vegetable  mould,  but  he  may  not 
think  that  he  owes  much  of  its  fertility  to  the  unseen, 
insignificant  agents  that  for  unnumbered  ages,  inider 
the  direction  of  the  infinite  God,  have  been  preparing 
the  ground  to  receive  the  grain  for  the  life-sustaining 
bread  for  himself  and  his  children. 

Thus  we  see  that  bv  the  heavenly  Father's  order, 
^'Something  gathers  up  the  fragments,  and  nothing  is 
lost." 

"  Whoso  is  wise,  and  will  observe  these  things,  even 
they  shall  understand  the  lovingkindness  of  the  Lord." 
<Psa.  cvii.  43.) 


TUB    END.