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Title: The Major

Author: Ralph Connor

Release Date: May 30, 2006 [EBook #3249]

Language: English

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THE MAJOR

By Ralph Connor

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I THE COWARD

II A FIGHT FOR FREEDOM

III THE ESCUTCHEON CLEARED

IV SALVAGE

V WESTWARD HO!

VI JANE BROWN

VII THE GIRL OF THE WOOD LOT

VIII YOU FORGOT ME

IX EXCEPT HE STRIVE LAWFULLY

X THE SPIRIT OF CANADA

XI THE SHADOW OF WAR

XII MEN AND A MINE

XIII A DAY IN SEPTEMBER

XIV AN EXTRAORDINARY NURSE

XV THE COMING OF JANE

XVI HOSPITALITY WITHOUT GRUDGING

XVII THE TRAGEDIES OF LOVE

XVIII THE VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS

XIX THE CLOSING OF THE DOOR

XX THE GERMAN TYPE OF CITIZENSHIP

XXI WAR

XXII THE TUCK OF DRUM

XXIII A NEUTRAL NATION

XXIV THE MAJOR AND THE MAJOR'S WIFE

THE MAJOR

CHAPTER I

THE COWARD

Spring had come. Despite the many wet and gusty days which April
had thrust in rude challenge upon reluctant May, in the glory of the
triumphant sun which flooded the concave blue of heaven and the myriad
shaded green of earth, the whole world knew to-day, the whole world
proclaimed that spring had come. The yearly miracle had been performed.
The leaves of the maple trees lining the village street unbound from
their winter casings, the violets that lifted brave blue eyes from the
vivid grass carpeting the roadside banks, the cherry and plum blossoms
in the orchards decking the still leafless trees with their pink and
white favours, the timid grain tingeing with green the brown fields that
ran up to the village street on every side--all shouted in chorus that
spring had come. And all the things with new blood running wild in their
veins, the lambs of a few days still wobbly on ridiculous legs skipping
over and upon the huge boulders in farmer Martin's meadow, the birds
thronging the orchard trees, the humming insects rioting in the
genial sun, all of them gave token of strange new impulses calling for
somet