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Title: Big Timber
A Story of the Northwest

Author: Bertrand W. Sinclair

Release Date: February 22, 2004 [EBook #11223]

Language: English

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[Illustration: She, too, had seen Monohan seated on the after deck.
FRONTISPIECE.]

BIG TIMBER

A Story of the Northwest

By BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR

With Frontispiece
By DOUGLAS DUER

1916

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. GREEN FIELDS AND PASTURES NEW
II. MR. ABBEY ARRIVES
III. HALFWAY POINT
IV. A FORETASTE OF THINGS TO COME
V. THE TOLL OF BIG TIMBER
VI. THE DIGNITY (?) OF TOIL
VII. SOME NEIGHBORLY ASSISTANCE
VIII. DURANCE VILE
IX. JACK FYFE'S CAMP
X. ONE WAY OUT
XI. THE PLUNGE
XII. AND SO THEY WERE MARRIED
XIII. IN WHICH EVENTS MARK TIME
XIV. A CLOSE CALL AND A NEW ACQUAINTANCE
XV. A RESURRECTION
XVI. THE CRISIS
XVII. IN WHICH THERE IS A FURTHER CLASH
XVIII. THE OPENING GUN
XIX. FREE AS THE WIND
XX. ECHOES
XXI. AN UNEXPECTED MEETING
XXII. THE FIRE BEHIND THE SMOKE
XXIII. A RIDE BY NIGHT
XXIV. "OUT OF THE NIGHT THAT COVERS ME"

CHAPTER I

GREEN FIELDS AND PASTURES NEW

The Imperial Limited lurched with a swing around the last hairpin curve
of the Yale canyon. Ahead opened out a timbered valley,--narrow on its
floor, flanked with bold mountains, but nevertheless a valley,--down
which the rails lay straight and shining on an easy grade. The river
that for a hundred miles had boiled and snarled parallel to the tracks,
roaring through the granite sluice that cuts the Cascade Range, took a
wider channel and a leisurely flow. The mad haste had fallen from it as
haste falls from one who, with time to spare, sees his destination near
at hand; and the turgid Fraser had time to spare, for now it was but
threescore miles to tidewater. So the great river moved placidly--as an
old man moves when all