THE HOME-COMING OF THE SHANTYMEN

XI THE WAKE

XII SEED-TIME

XIII THE LOGGING BEE

XIV SHE WILL NOT FORGET

XV THE REVIVAL

XVI AND THE GLORY

XVII LENOIR'S NEW MASTER

XVIII HE IS NOT OF MY KIND

XIX ONE GAME AT A TIME

XX HER CLINGING ARMS

XXI I WILL REMEMBER

XXII FORGET THAT I LOVED YOU

XXIII A GOOD, TRUE FRIEND

XXIV THE WEST

XXV GLENGARRY FOREVER

THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY

CHAPTER I

THE OPEN RIVER

The winter had broken early and the Scotch River was running ice-free
and full from bank to bank. There was still snow in the woods, and with
good sleighing and open rivers every day was golden to the lumbermen
who had stuff to get down to the big water. A day gained now might save
weeks at a chute farther down, where the rafts would crowd one another
and strive for right of way.

Dan Murphy was mightily pleased with himself and with the bit of the
world about him, for there lay his winter's cut of logs in the river
below him snug and secure and held tight by a boom across the mouth,
just where it flowed into the Nation. In a few days he would have his
crib made, and his outfit ready to start for the Ottawa mills. He was
sure to be ahead of the big timber rafts that took up so much space,
and whose crews with unbearable effrontery considered themselves the
aristocrats of the river.

Yes, it was a pleasant and satisfying sight, some three solid miles of
logs boomed at the head of the big water. Suddenly Murphy turned his
face up the river.

"What's that now, d'ye think, LeNware?" he asked.

LeNoir, or "LeNware," as they all called it in that country, was Dan
Murphy's foreman, and as he himself said, "for haxe, for hit (eat),
for fight de boss on de reever Hottawa! by Gar!" Louis LeNoir was a
French-Canadian, handsome, active, hardy, and powerfully built. He had
come from the New Brunswick woods some three years ago, and had wrought
and fought his way, as he thought, against all rivals to the proud
position of "boss on de reever," the topmost pinnacle of a lumberman's
ambition. It was something to see LeNoir "run a log" across the river
and back; that is, he would balance himself upon a floating log, and by
spinning it round, would send it whither he would. At Murphy's question
LeNoir stood listening with bent head and open mouth. Down the river
came the sound of singing. "Don-no me! Ah oui! be dam! Das Macdonald
gang for sure! De men from Glengar