Daughters of the Dominion: A Story of the Canadian Frontier

WHEN Nell bade good bye to Doss Umpey her intention was to get back to Camp’s Gulch as quickly as she could, in order to send a message asking Dr. Russell to come the next day t...

Nell smiled broadly to herself, as the clicking insistent little machine ticked out Gertrude’s message of birthday wishes, and she thought of last year, when Doss Umpey had even...

GOAT’S GULCH was a narrow valley, or deep slit in the hills, much higher up than Camp’s Gulch or the Settlement, and so inaccessible that Nell was continually wondering as she t...

“THEY are a lawless lot, those Settlement men, and Sam Peters says the crowd known as the Syndicate are the worst of the lot,” said Mrs. Nichols, one afternoon a week later, whe...

She had been equally busy yesterday; but had sold everything out before going to bed, and had awakened this morning with a bareness of cupboards almost equal to Old Mother Hubba...

“Oh, please, I am so sorry; but I think there is a mistake. My mother’s name couldn’t have been Gwynne, because her father’s name was Humphrey, Doss Umpey he always called himse...

Mrs. Munson was slowly mending, but now that she was on the high-road to recovery, she was quite positive that she was on the point of dying, and harassed her long-suffering nur...

DR. SHAW put Nell down at the gate of the house at Lorimer’s Clearing, but he did not stay to take her in and introduce her, because a man had stopped him five minutes before, b...

Camp’s Gulch was in a state of bustle and activity, which bespoke great business activity. There was a row of ugly little huts for miners on the side of the depot farthest from...

THE depot at Camp’s Gulch looked as if it were planted on the extreme end of civilization. A person seeing it for the first time might wonder why the railway had been made so fa...

SOME of the miners, in prospecting round the depot, had ventured to try the door of Joey Trip’s house, and had found to their surprise that it was unfastened and yielded to the...

A FORTNIGHT slipped past, during which Nell’s injuries mended slowly, though her general health was anything but satisfactory; for the shock and strain of her adventure at Camp’...

WHEN the volunteer party started for Camp’s Gulch, Gertrude resolved to remain at her post all night, or, at any rate, for as much of it as there was a need for the office to be...

THE leaves had all fallen, and been hidden inches deep under the first snow of the season; but Nell was still at Lorimer’s Clearing, working at all sorts of tasks, and striving...

APRIL was in. There were sheets of flowers—mauve, yellow, pink, and purple—in the open spaces of the forest ground at Bratley. The streams were swollen and muddy from the meltin...

Now it seemed to her that she had been whirling along for days, weeks—or was it years since Abe Lorimer had put her on the cars at Nine Springs?

NELL’S departure had been so hasty that there had been no time for explanations before she left. She had merely told Gertrude that she was going to Goat’s Gulch to see a sick ma...

NELL sobbed and cried in a childish abandonment of grief when she found that Pip had died whilst she slept. But as no tears could restore the animal to life, the womanliness in...

GERTRUDE LORIMER was in her office, waiting rather impatiently for the hour of her release from duty. There were so many reasons why she wanted to be free on this particular night.

Fortunately for her the early part of the winter was exceptionally mild and open, so that mining operations went busily forward, and she had no lack of customers nightly to cons...

GERTRUDE moved about the house with a sense of unreality about her. It could not be true, she told herself, that her father lay sleeping his last long sleep in the next room, wh...

It was two days since he had lost his horse in a swamp. The poor creature had been sucked under by the treacherous mud, and as he was unable to extricate it, he had shot the ani...

NELL had quite an ovation of welcome when she reached Bratley on Saturday evening. Stout Mrs. Nichols was at the depot to welcome her guest. Mrs. Sam Peters was there also, one...

After the isolation of Blue Bird Ridge, Bratley Junction was quite a gay and bustling place. It was true there were only about half a score of houses, scattered about in the vic...

NELL was very tired. Since early morning she had tramped steadily, pursuing that apparently unending trail. Sometimes the way had been up steep ascents, over high ridges, where...

Blakeson’s had quite a historic past, if legendary lore might be believed. It was here, some fifty years ago, that an Englishman named Blakeson came to settle with a large famil...

THE next morning broke gloriously fine, and the brilliant sunshine put fresh vigour into Dick Bronson. He had spent a rather unrestful night, his slumber being often broken by h...

BRATLEY JUNCTION was a small depot on a branch line, and it was rather a stretch of the imagination to call it a junction at all, since it ended fifteen miles farther on at Camp...

DR. SHAW was not in exactly an amiable frame of mind that morning. To begin with, there was more sickness in the district than he could very well cope with single-handed, while...

“NELL, Nell, where are you? I want you to give an eye to the dog; the creature has had a dreadful mauling,” shouted Doss Umpey, in petulant tones. He had thrust his head in at t...

THE Bronsons stayed at Camp’s Gulch until the end of September. And, although Dick Bronson made many excursions in the neighbourhood, night invariably found him ready to sling h...