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Cobum Our Little Swiss Cousin Our Little Turkish Cousin L. C. PAGE & COMPANY New England Building, Boston, Mass. Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill http://www.archive.org/details/ourlittlecanadiaOOmacd " TWO CHILDREN SAT ON THE GRASS UNDER THE LILACS (See page s) | Our Little f I Canadian Cousin I * By % ij* Elizabeth Roberts MacDonald *& * * & Illustrated by g* 4* L. J. Bridgman 4 * * * * 4^ Boston ^ X L. C. Page & Company JT 4* Publishers ^ ^^4 4** 4* 4^ 4^ 4* 4* 4* 4^4* 4^ Copyright, igo4 By L. C. Page & Company (incorporated) All rights reserved Published July, 1904 Fifth Impression, June, 1908 Preface In " Our Little Canadian Cousin," my intention has been to tell, in a general way, although with a defined local setting, the story of Canadian home life. To Canadians, home life means not merely sitting at a huge fire- place, or brewing and baking in a wide country kitchen, or dancing of an evening, or teaching, or sewing ; but it means the great outdoor life — sleighing, skating, snow-shoeing, hunting, canoeing, and, above all, " camping out " — the joys that belong to a vast, uncrowded country, where there is " room to play." This wide and beautiful Canadian Dominion possesses, of course, a great variety of climate and of scenery. To treat at all adequately of those things, or of the country's picturesque and romantic history, would require far more scope than is afforded by this one small story. List of Illustrations PAGE " TWO CHILDREN SAT ON THE GRASS UNDER THE lilacs " {See page 2) . . . . Frontispiece Fredericton 22 In the Government House Grounds . . .28 " The tree-clad shores wore a fairy glamour " 47 " A great bonfire was built " . . . .64 " Nothing, Dora thought, could be more beau- tiful THAN THOSE WOODS IN WINTER " . . 99 Our Little Canadian Cousin CHAPTER I. It was the very first day of the loveliest month in the year. I suppose every month has its defenders, or, at least, its apologists, but June — June in Canada — has surely no need of either. And this particular morning was of the best and brightest. The garden at the back of Mr. Merrithew's house was sweet with the scent of newly blossomed lilacs, and the freshness of young grass. The light green of the elms was as yet undimmed by the dust of summer, and the air was like the elixir of life. 2 Our Little Canadian Cousin Two children sat on the grass under the lilacs, making dandelion chains and talking happily. Jack, a little fair-haired boy of six, was noted for his queer speeches and quaint ideas. His sister Marjorie was just twice his age, but they were closest chums, and delighted in building all sorts of air-castles together. This afternoon, when she had finished a chain of marvellous length, she leant back against the lilac-trees and said, with a sigh of happiness : " Now, Jack, let's make plans ! " " All right," Jack answered, solemnly. " Let's plan about going to Quebec next winter." " Oh, Jackie ! Don't let's plan about winter on the first day of June ! There's all the lovely, lovely summer to talk about, — and I know two fine things that are going to happen." " All right ! " said Jackie again. It was his Our Little Canadian Cousin 3 favourite expression. " I know one of them ; Daddy told me this morning. It's about Cousin Dora coming to stay with us." "Yes — isn't it good? She's coming for a whole year, while uncle and aunt go out to British Columbia, — to make him well, you know." " I wish she was a little boy," said Jackie, thoughtfully. " But if she's like you, she'll be all right, Margie. What's the other nice thing you know?" "Oh, you must try to guess, dear! Come up in the summer-house ; it's so cosy there, and I'll give you three guesses. It's some- thing that will happen in July or August, and we are all in it, father and mother and you and Cousin Dora, and a few other people." They strolled up to the vine-covered sum- mer-house, and settled down on its broad seat, while Jack cudgelled his brains for an idea as to a possible good time. 4 Our Little Canadian Cousin " Is it a picnic ? " he asked at last. Marjorie laughed. " Oh, ever so much better than that," she cried. " Try again." " Is it — is it — a visit to the seaside ? " " No ; even better than that." " Is it a pony to take us all driving? " " No, no. That's your last guess. Shall I tell you ? " " Ah, yes, please do ! " " Well, — mother says, if we do well at school till the holidays, and everything turns out right, she and father — will — take us camping ! " " Camping ? Camping out ? Really in tents? Oh, good, good!" And Jackie, the solemn, was moved to the extent of executing a little dance of glee on the garden path. " Camping out " is a favourite way of spend- Our Little Canadian Cousin 5 ing the summer holiday-time among Cana- dians. Many, being luxurious in their tastes, build tiny houses and call them camps, but the true and only genuine " camping " is done under canvas, and its devotees care not for other kinds. As our little New Brunswickers were talk- ing of all its possible joys, a sweet voice called them from the door of the big brick house. " Marjorie ! Jack ! Do you want to come for a walk with mother ? " There was no hesitation in answering this invitation. The children rushed pell-mell down the garden path, endangering the sway- ing buds of the long-stemmed lilies on either side. Mrs. Merrithew stood waiting for them, a tall, plump lady in gray, with quantities of beautiful brown hair. She carried a small basket and trowel, at sight of which the children clapped their hands. 6 Our Little Canadian Cousin "Are we going to the woods, mother?" Marjorie cried, and " May I take my cart and my spade ? " asked Jackie. " Yes, dearies," Mrs. Merrithew answered. " We have three hours before tea-time, and Saturday wouldn't be much of a holiday with- out the woods. Put on your big hats, and Jack can bring his cart and spade, and Mar- jorie can carry the cookies." " Oh, please let me haul the cookies in my cart," said Jack. " Gentlemen shouldn't let ladies carry things, father says, — but Margie, you may carry the spade if you want some- thing in your hands very much ! " "All right, boy," laughed Marjorie. "I certainly do like something in my hands, and a spade will look much more ladylike than a cooky-bag ! " The big brick house from which Mrs. Merrithew and the children set out on their walk stood on one of the back streets of a Our Little Canadian Cousin 7 little New Brunswick city, — a very small but beautiful city, built on a wooded point that juts out into the bright waters of the St. John River. Of this river the little Canadian Cousins are justly proud, for, from its source in the wilds of Quebec to its outlet on the Bay of Fundy, it is indeed " a thing of beauty and a joy for ever.'' Our little party soon left the streets, went through a wide green space covered with venerable maples, crossed a tiny stream and a railway track, and entered the woods that almost covered the low hill behind the town. Though it was really but one hill, the various roads that subdivided it gave it various names, some derived from the settlements they led to, and some from buildings on the way. It was through the woods of " College Hill " that Marjorie and Jack and their mother wandered. Being all good walkers, they were soon back of the fine old college, which stands looking 8 Our Little Canadian Cousin gravely out over the tree-embowered town to the broad blue river. When the delicious green and amber shadows of the woods were reached, little Jack at once began to search for fairies. Marjorie contented herself with looking for wild flowers, and Mrs. Merrithew sought for ferns young enough to transplant to her garden. " I am afraid I have left it rather late," she said at last. " They are all rather too well- grown to stand moving. But I will try a few of the smallest. What luck have my chicks had ? Any fairies, Jackie ? " Jackie lifted a flushed face from its inspec- tion of a tiny hole in the trunk of a fir-tree. " No fairies yet> mother ; but I think one lives in here, only she won't come out while I am watching." Mrs. Merrithew smiled sympathetically. She heartily agreed with the writer (though Our Little Canadian Cousin 9 she could not remember who it was) who said : " I always expect to find something wonderful, unheard-of, in a wood." " In olden days/' she said, " people believed that there were beautiful wood-spirits, called dryads, who had their homes in trees. They were larger than most fairies, and yet they were a kind of fairy." " Please tell more about them, mother," said Marjorie, coming up with her hands full of yellow, speckled adder's-tongue. " I know very little more, I am sorry to say," their mother answered, laughing. " Like Jackie with his fairies, I have always hoped to see one, but never have as yet." "Are they good things ? " Jackie asked, " or would they frighten little boys ? " " Oh, my dear, they were always said to be kind and beautiful, and rather timid, more apt to be frightened themselves than to frighten any one else. But remember, dears, mother io Our Little Canadian Cousin did not say there were such things, but only that people used to think so." " Please tell us a story about one, mother," Jack pleaded. But Mrs. Merrithew shook her head. " We will keep the story for some other time," she said. " Let us have a cooky now, and a little rest, before we go home." This proposal was readily agreed to. They chose a comfortable spot where a little group of white birches gave them backs on which to lean, opened the precious bag, and were soon well occupied with its crisp and toothsome contents. Mrs. Merrithew, knowing well that little folk are generally troubled with a won- derful thirst, had also brought a cup and a bottle of lemonade. How doubly delicious things tasted in the clear, spicy air of the woods ! By the time Jack had disposed of his sixth cooky he felt ready for conversation, Our Little Canadian Cousin 1 1 " Mother," he said, " I wish you would tell us all about Dora." " All about Dora, dearie ? That would take a long time, I expect. But it would not take long to tell you all that I know about her. I have only seen her twice, and on one of those occasions she was a baby a month old, and the next time only two years, — and as she is now, I do not know her at all." "But — oh, you know, mother — tell us about her father and mother, and her home, and everything like that. It makes her more interesting," urged Marjorie. Mrs. Merrithew saw that she was to be beguiled into a story in any case, so she smiled and resigned herself to her fate. " Well, my dears, I know a great many things about Dora's father, for he is my only brother, and we were together almost con- stantly until we were both grown up. Then your Uncle Archie, who had studied electrical 12 Our Little Canadian Cousin engineering, went up to Montreal, and there secured a good position. He had only been there a short time when he met a very charm- ing young lady " (" This sounds quite like a book-story," Marjorie here interposed) " by whom he was greatly attracted. She was partly French, her mother having been a lady of old French family. But her father was an English officer, of the strongest English feel- ings, so this charming young lady (whose name was Denise Allingham) combined the characteristics — at least all the best character- istics — of both races. Do you know what that means, Jackie ? " Jack nodded, thoughtfully. " I think so, mother. I think it means that she — that young lady — had all the nicenesses of the French and all the goodnesses of the English." " That is just it, my dear, and a very deli- cate distinction, too," cried his mother, clap- Our Little Canadian Cousin 13 ping her hands in approval, while Jackie beamed with delight. " Well, to continue : Miss Denise Ailing- ham, when your Uncle Archie met her, was an orphan, and not well off. She was teaching in an English family, and not, I think, very happy in her work. She and your uncle had only known each other about a year when they were married. " " And lived happily ever after ? " Mar- jorie asked. Mrs. Merrithew considered a moment, then : " Yes, I am sure I can say so/' she answered. cc They have had some business troubles, and a good deal of sickness, but still they have been happy through it all. And they have one dear little daughter, whom they love devotedly, and who is named ' Dora Denise,' after her mother and — who else ? " " You, mother, you," both children ex- claimed. 14 Our Little Canadian Cousin " The chief trouble this happy trio has had," Mrs. Merrithew continued, " has been the delicate health of your uncle. For the last four years he has not been strong. Twice they have all three gone away for his health, and now the doctors have ordered him to try the delightful climate of British Columbia, and to spend at least a year there if it agrees with him. He needs all his wife's attention this time, and that, my dears, is why little Dora Denise Carman is coming to spend a year with her New Brunswick relations. " And now, chicks, look at that slanting, golden light through the trees. That means tea-time, and homeward-bound ! " CHAPTER II. It was a tired and homesick little girl that Mr. Merrithew helped out of the coach and led up the steps of his house, about a fortnight after our story opens. The journey from Montreal had been long and lonely, the part- ing from her parents hard, and the thought of meeting the unknown relatives had weighed upon her mind and helped to make her unusually subdued. But when the door of the Big Brick House (which had been named by the neighbours when it was the only brick house on the street, and the largest one in town) opened, and her aunt's motherly arms closed around her, while Marjorie's rosy, laughing face and Jackie's fair, cherubic one *5 16 Our Little Canadian Cousin beamed on her in greeting, her spirits began to revive. The greeting was so warm and kind, and the joy at her coming so genuine, that her fatigue seemed turned, as by magic, to a pleas- ant restfulness, and her homesickness was lost in this bright home atmosphere. Mrs. Merrithew took the little newcomer to her room, had her trunks settled conveniently, and then left her to prepare for the late tea which was waiting for them all. When Dora was ready, she sat down in the little armchair that stood near a table piled with books, and looked about her contentedly. There was an air of solid comfort and cosi- ness about this house that rested her. This room — which her aunt had told her was just opposite Marjorie's — was all furnished in the softest shades of brown and blue, her favourite colours. The carpet was brown, with a very small spray of blue here and there ; the wall- paper was lighter, almost creamy, brown, with Our Little Canadian Cousin 17 a dainty harebell pattern, and the curtains had a rich brown background with various Persian stripes, in which blue and cream and gold predominated. The bed, to her great delight, had a top-piece, and a canopy of blue-flowered chintz, and the little dressing-table was draped to match it. Just over the side of the bed was a book-shelf, quite empty, waiting for her favourite books. While she sat and looked about in admiration, the door was pushed gently open, and a plump maltese kitten came in, gazed at her doubtfully a moment, and then climbed on her lap. Then Marjorie's bright face appeared at the door, and, " May I come in ? " she asked. " Oh, please do," Dora cried. fC Kitty has made friends with me already, and I think that must be a good omen." Marjorie laughed, as she patted the little bunch of blue-gray fur in Dora's lap. " Jackie has made friends with you already," 1 8 Our Little Canadian Cousin she said, "and I think that is a better omen still. He told mother he thought you were ' the beautifulest girl he ever saw.' " Dora's eyes opened wide with astonishment. " It is the first time I ever was called beauti- ful," she said, " let alone c beautifulest.' What a dear boy Jack must be." Then they both laughed, and Marjorie, obey- ing one of her sudden impulses, threw her arms around Dora's neck and gave her a cousinly hug. " You and I will be friends, too," she said. " I knew it as soon as I looked at you." Dora's dark brown eyes looked gravely into Marjorie's blue ones. She seemed to be tak- ing the proposition very seriously. " I have always wished for a real friend, or a twin sister," she said, thoughtfully. " The twin sister is an impossibility, and I have never before seen a girl that I wanted for a great, great friend. But you, — ah, yes ! You are Our Little Canadian Cousin 19 like my father, and besides, we are cousins, and that makes us understand each other. Let us be friends." She held out her hand with a little gesture which reminded Marjorie that this pale, dark- haired cousin was the descendant of many French grandes dames. She clasped the slender hand with her own plump fingers, and shook it heartily. So, in girlish romance and sudden resolution, the little maids sealed a compact which was never broken, and began a friendship which lasted and grew in beauty and strength all through their lives. At the breakfast-table the next morning there was a merry discussion as to what should be done first to amuse Dora. Jackie, who had invited her to sit beside him and beamed at her approvingly over his porridge and cream, sug- gested a walk to his favourite candy-store and the purchase of some sticks of " pure choco- late." Marjorie proposed a picnic at Old 20 Our Little Canadian Cousin Government House. This was approved of, but postponed for a day or two to allow for preparations and invitations. Mr. Merrithew said " Let us go shooting bears," but even Jackie did not second this astounding proposi- tion. As usual, it was " mother " who offered the most feasible plan. " Suppose, this morning/' she said, " you just help Dora unpack, and make her thor- oughly at home in the house and garden ; then this afternoon perhaps your father will take you for a walk, and show Dora the house where Mrs. Ewing lived, and any other interesting places. That would do for to-day, wouldn't it ? Then, day after to-morrow we could have the picnic ; and for the next week I have a magnificent idea, but I want to talk it over with your father," and she nodded and smiled at that gentleman in a way which made him almost as curious as the children. " That's the way with mother," Marjorie Our Little Canadian Cousin 21 said to Dora after breakfast. " She never ends things up. There is always another lovely plan just ahead, no matter how many you know about already." And Mr. Merrithew, who overheard the remark, thought that perhaps this was part of the secret of his wife's unfailing youthfulness both in looks and spirits. The walk that afternoon was one which Dora always remembered. Mr. Merrithew had, as Jackie said, " the splendidest way of splaining things," and found something of interest to relate about almost every street of the little city. They went through the beautiful cathedral, and he told them how it had been built through the earnest efforts of the well-known and venerated Bishop Medley, who was afterward Metropolitan of Canada. Then they wandered down the street along the river, and saw the double house where Mrs. Ewing (whose stories are loved as much in the 22 Our Little Canadian Cousin United States and in Canada as they are in England) lived for a time, and where she wrote. She had called this house " Rika Dom," which means " River House/' and had written in many of her letters of the beautiful river on which it looked, and the gnarled old willows on the bank just in front of her windows. These willows she had often sketched, and Dora carried away a spray of the pale gray- green leaves, in memory of her favourite story- writer. It was one of Dora's ambitions, kept secret hitherto, but now confided to Marjorie, to write stories " something like Mrs. E wing's." They saw, too, the picturesque cottage in which a certain quaint old lady had attained to the ripe age of a hundred and six years, — a record of which Fredericton was justly proud. This venerable dame had been ad- dicted to the unlimited eating of apples, and her motto — she was not a grammatical old lady ! FREDEKICTON Our Little Canadian Cousin 23 — had been (according to tradition), "Apples never hurts nobody/' They spent some time in the Legislative Library, where was enshrined a treasure in the shape of a magnificent copy of Audubon's Books of Birds. Then in the Departmental Buildings, near by, there was a small but well-ar- ranged museum of stuffed birds and beasts, all Canadian, and most of them from New Bruns- wick. There were other things, too, to see, and many anecdotes to hear, so that it was a somewhat tired, though happy and hungry party which trudged home just in time for tea. And such a tea, suited to hearty outdoor appetites born of the good Canadian air ! There were fresh eggs, made into a white and golden omelette by Mrs. Merrithew's own hands ; for even Debby, who had cooked for the family all their lives, owned that an omelette like Mrs. Merrithew's she could not manage, — " No, $zr } not if I was to cook day and night." 24 Our Little Canadian Cousin There was golden honey in the comb ; there was johnny-cake, hot and yellow and melting in your mouth ; strawberry jam that tasted almost as good as the fresh fruit itself; ginger- cake, dark and rich and spicy ; milk that was almost cream for the children, and steaming fragrant coffee for their elders. "It is rather nice to get good and hungry" Jackie gravely observed, — " that is, if you have plenty in the house to eat. I think life would be very dull without meals." These philosophical remarks rather aston- ished Dora, who was not yet accustomed to the contrast between Jack's sage reflections and his tender years. Just now they seemed es- pecially funny, because he was almost falling asleep while he talked. When Mrs. Merrithew saw him nodding, she rang, and the nurse — who, like Debby, was a family institution — came in and carried him off in her stalwart arms, to his little white bed. When his Our Little Canadian Cousin 25 mother stole up a little later to give him a final good-night kiss, she heard Susan singing and paused at the door to listen. " Now the day is over " was ended, and then a drowsy voice murmured : " Now, Susan, my very favourite song ! " And then Susan sang, in her soft, crooning voice " The maple-leaf, the maple-leaf, the maple-leaf for ever ! " CHAPTER III. The day of the picnic was hot, very hot, for June, but that did not discourage the younger picnickers at all. "It will be pretty warm on the river," Mr. Merrithew remarked, tentatively, as they sat at dinner. The dining-room windows were open, and the soft air, sweet with the scent of lilacs, blew the white curtains into the room with lazy puffs. "It will be so lovely when we get to Gov- ernment House, though," Marjorie cried. " There is always a breeze up there, father, and there are plenty of trees, and three summer- houses, and that big veranda. Oh, I think it will be perfect." 26 Our Little Canadian Cousin 27 " Yes, Daddy, I do, too ! I think it will be gorlious ! " said Jackie. When, after much hurrying about, telephon- ing to tardy members of the party, and good- natured discussion as to the arrangement of the canoe-loads, they were at last afloat on the blue, shining river, they all agreed with Jack. Dora was charmed with the slender Milicete canoes. She had seen chiefly canvas and wooden ones. Her father, indeed, had owned a bark canoe, but it was of much heavier and broader build than these slim beauties, that glided through the water like fairy craft, impelled this way or that by the slightest turn of the steersman's wrist. They landed just back of Government House, the grounds of which sloped down to the water. The house is a long, stone build- ing, with a broad veranda at the back, and in front nearly covered with Virginia creeper. At the time of the picnic it was empty, and in 28 Our Little Canadian Cousin charge of a caretaker, who lived in a small cottage on the grounds. When a suitable spot had been chosen for tea, and the baskets piled close by, Mrs. Merrithew proposed an excur- sion through the house, and Mr. Merrithew went with Jackie to procure the key. When he returned, they all trooped merrily up the front steps, and soon were dispersed through the great echoing halls and lofty rooms. Most of the grown people of the party had danced here at many a stately ball, for in those days Government House had been kept up in the good old-fashioned way. Marjorie and Jack delighted in hearing their mother tell of her " coming out " at one of these balls, and how she had been so proud of her first train that she had danced without holding it up, which must have been trying for her partners. Dora was greatly interested in seeing the room where King Edward, then the slim young Prince of Wales, had slept, on the occasion of his visit IN THE GOVERNMENT HOUSE GROUNDS Our Little Canadian Cousin 29 to Fredericton. When the furniture of Gov- ernment House was auctioned, a few years be- fore our story opens, the pieces from this room, which should have been kept together as of historic interest, were scattered about among various private purchasers. Mrs. Merrithew described them to Dora, who wished she could have seen the great bed, so wide that it was almost square, with its canopy and drapings of rich crimson, and its gilt " Prince of Wales feathers," and heavy gold cords and tassels. When they came out of the dim, cool house into the warm air, the elders looked appre- hensively at the heavy black clouds which had gathered in the west. " That looks ominous," one of the gentle- men said. " There will certainly be thunder before night." Thunder ! That was Marjorie's horror ! Her round, rosy face grew pale, and she clung 30 Our Little Canadian Cousin tightly to her mother's arm. The men and matrons held a hurried consultation, and de- cided that the storm was probably not very near, and that it would be safe to wait for tea if they hurried things a little. It would be a terrible disappointment to the children (all, at least, but Marjorie !) to be hurried away without " the picnic part of the picnic." So they all bustled about, and in a short time the cloth was spread, and well covered with good things. The fire behaved well, as if knowing the need of haste, and the coffee was soon made, and as delicious as picnic coffee, by some apparent miracle, generally is. By the time the repast was over, the clouds had drawn closer, the air was more sultry, and even the most optimistic admitted that it was high time to start for home. The canoes were quickly loaded, the best canoe-men took the paddles, and soon they were darting swiftly down-river, running a race with the clouds. Our Little Canadian Cousin 31 In spite of their best speed, however, the storm broke before they reached their journey's end. The thunder growled and muttered, a few bright flashes lit up the sultry sky, and just as they landed a tremendous peal caused the most courageous to look grave, while poor Marjorie could scarcely breathe from terror. Then the rain came, and the pretty muslin dresses and flower-trimmed hats looked very dejected before their wearers were safely housed ! Still, no one was the worse for that little wetting, Marjorie recovered from her fright as soon as she could nestle down in a dark room with her head in her mother's lap, and they all agreed with Jackie that it had been "a gorlious time." Before the children went to bed Mrs. Merri- thew told them about the plan which she had mentioned two days before, and to which Mr. Merrithew had heartily consented. He was to take a whole holiday, on Thursday of the fol- 32 Our Little Canadian Cousin lowing week, and drive them all up to the Indian Village, about thirteen miles above town, to see the Corpus Christi celebrations. Corpus Christi, a well-known festival in the Roman Catholic Church, is one which has been chosen by the Indians for special celebra- tion. As it comes in June, and that is such a pleasant time for little excursions, many drive to the Indian Village from Fredericton and from the surrounding country, to see the Mili- cetes in their holiday mood. The day being fresh and lovely, with no clouds but tiny white ones in the sky, Mr. and Mrs. Merrithew and the three children set off early on Thursday morning. They had a roomy two-seated carriage, and two big brisk, white horses, plenty of wraps and umbrellas in case history should repeat itself with another storm, and an ample basket of dainties. The road, winding along the river-bank most of the the way, was excellent, and the scenery Dora Our Little Canadian Cousin 33 thought prettier than any she had seen. The river was smooth as a mirror, reflecting every tree and bush on its banks. Little islands, green and tree-crested, were scattered all along its shining length. It was almost time for the service when they reached the picturesque little village which went climbing bravely up its hill to the chapel and priest's house near the top. The horses were taken charge of by a sedate young half-breed, evidently proud of his office as the " priest's man," and our party at once filed into the chapel. A plain enough little structure in itself, to-day it was beautiful with green boughs, ferns, and flowers. The congregation consisted chiefly of Indians and half-breeds, with a scattering of interested visitors. Most of the natives were clad in gorgeous finery, some of the older ones having really handsome beaded suits and beautifully worked moccasins, while others were grotesque in their queer com- 34 Our Little Canadian Cousin bination of the clothes of civilization and sav- agery. The priest, a tall, good-looking man with piercing eyes, sang high mass, and then the procession formed. First came an altar-boy carrying a cross, then six boys with lighted tapers, and two walking backward scattering boughs. These were followed by the priest bearing the host and sheltered by a canopy which four altar-boys carried. These boys were all Indians, and the mild well-featured Milicete faces had lost their stolidity, and were lit up with an expression of half-mystic adora- tion. After them came the congregation, bare- headed, and singing as they walked. Marjorie and Dora clasped hands as they followed, their eyes shining with excitement. They went down the road and entered a schoolhouse not far from the church, where the host was placed in a little tabernacle of green boughs while the service was continued. Then the procession re-formed and went back to the church. Our Little Canadian Cousin 35 After they had disbanded, the Indians scat- tered to their houses to prepare for the various other events of the day. Mr. and Mrs. Mer- rithew and the children were carried off by the priest (whom Mr. Merrithew knew well) to have dinner with him in his house near the chapel. The children stood a little in awe of him at first, but he was so companionable and kind that they were soon quite at their ease. His mother, who kept house for him, was evi- dently very proud of her son, and did her best to entertain his visitors worthily. The house was rather bare, but clean as wax and the per- fection of neatness, while the repast, spread on the whitest of linen, was excellent, and not without some rather unusual dainties, — such as candied fruits of many colours for the chil- dren, and guava jelly brought out especially in Mrs. Merrithew's honour. After dinner the good father offered to show them through the village, and they set 36 Our Little Canadian Cousin out together on a tour of inspection. All the full-grown Indians, the priest told them, were holding a pow-wow in the schoolhouse, for the purpose of electing a chief. " There is no need of my being there this afternoon," he said, in answer to Mr. Men-knew' s inquiry ; " but this evening, when they have their feast and their games, — ah, then I will keep my eye on them ! " Evidently this priest held very parental relations toward his people. The visitors noticed that some boys playing baseball on the green eagerly referred their disputes to him and accepted his word as final. He took them into several of the little wooden houses, all of which, probably in honour of the day, were in splendid order. In one they found twin papooses, brown as autumn beech- leaves, sleeping side by side in a basket of their mother's making. In another a wrinkled old squaw had most dainty moccasins to sell, Our Little Canadian Cousin 37 the Milicete slipper-moccasins, with velvet toe- pieces beautifully beaded. Mr. Merrithew bought a pair for each of his party (himself excepted), letting them choose their own. Mrs. Merrithew promptly selected a pair with yellow velvet on the toes ; Dora's choice had crimson, and Marjorie's blue, while Jackie's tiny pair was adorned with the same colour as his mother's. " You see, mother dear," he said quite seri- ously, " yours are a little larger, so we won't be mixing them up ! " Then, being in a gift-making mood, Mr. Merrithew bought them each a quaint and pretty basket, besides a big substantial scrap- basket for his own study, and handkerchief- cases, gorgeous in pink and green, for Susan and Debby. The small baskets all had broad bands of the fragrant " sweet hay " which grows on many islands of the St. John, but which very few white people can find. Dora 38 Our Little Canadian Cousin was much interested in the Milicete women, with their soft voices and kind, quiet faces. She tried to learn some of their words, and won their hearts by singing two or three songs in French, a language which they all under- stood, though they spoke it in a peculiar patois of their own. The bright summer afternoon went all too quickly. Mrs. Merrithew was anxious to reach home before too late an hour, so at five o'clock, after tea and cakes, they " reem- barked " for the return trip. The horses were fresh, the roads good, the children just pleasantly tired. As they drove on and on through magic sunset light and fragrant sum- mer dusk, Dora thought drowsily that this was a day she would always remember, even if she lived to be as old as the dame who ate the innumerable apples. " I will have such lovely things to write to father and mother about/' she murmured, in Our Little Canadian Cousin 39 sleepy tones, — and those were the last words she said till the carriage stopped at the door of" the Big Brick House," and she and Jackie were tenderly lifted out and half led, half carried up the steps. Then she opened her eyes very wide and looked about her in wonder. " Why, I believe I nearly went to sleep for a moment," she said. And even Jackie woke up enough to laugh at that ! CHAPTER IV. The day before they left for camp, Dora received a letter from her mother, telling some- thing of their surroundings and of the beauties of the Western land. As the others were keenly interested, she read them many ex- tracts, which even Jackie enjoyed. " We are now," her mother wrote, after describing the journey by the great Canadian Pacific Railway, and speaking encouragingly of the invalid's condition, " comfortably settled in Victoria — which, as of course you know, dear, is the capital city of British Columbia. It is a truly beautiful spot, and the climate is delightful. There are great varieties of climate, we hear, in this maritime province 40 Our Little Canadian Cousin 41 of the West ; Victoria is supposed to enjoy a very mild and even one, with roses and geraniums blooming outdoors in December, and the cold weather confined almost entirely to parts of January and February. There is another delightful part of the country which we may visit later ; it is in one of the valleys which cut across the Coast Range of moun- tains. These deep valleys are entirely shut off from the north winds, and freely admit the warm breezes from the coast, while the rays of the sun are concentrated on their steep sides, helping to make, at times, almost tropical weather. We may spend part of next winter there, as it is even drier than Victoria, and that is very important for your father. Some of our new acquaintances have recommended the southern part of Alberta, where the winter is shortened and made almost balmy by the won- derful chinook winds — so named from the Chinook Indians, who used to occupy that 42 Our Little Canadian Cousin part of the country from which they blow. These west winds, coming from the mountains across the plains, are warm and particularly drying. When they melt the light and infre- quent snowfalls of the winter, they also dry the ground almost immediately, so that even the hollows and ravines are free from dampness. Your father is greatly interested in these i warm chinooks/ and we are almost sure to try their effect later. Another pleasure to which we look forward, when he grows a little stronger, is a trip by boat along the coast. The fiords of British Columbia are said to resemble those of Norway, and the whole coast, with its wooded shores, snowy moun- tain-peaks, and flashing cataracts, is marvel- lously beautiful." Dora went to sleep that night with her mother's letter under her pillow, and dreamt that they were camping out on the shore of a British Columbian fiord, when a warm wind Our Little Canadian Cousin 43 came and blew all the tents into little boats, in which they went sailing away to some wonder- ful country, where no one would ever be sick, and where no winds blew but balmy west ones. She had nearly reached the land, when a soft touch woke her, and she found Marjorie's happy face bending over her. " Hurry up, dear ! Hurrah for camp ! We want to start by ten at the latest, and it is seven now, and such a perfect day. Mother says we can take Kitty with us; won't that be fun ? " And Marjorie was off without waiting for an answer. Dora heard her singing, laughing, chatting, as she flashed here and there, helping and hindering in about equal proportions. The whole house was filled with the pleasant bustle of preparation. Mr. Merrithew was as much of a boy, in the matter of high spirits, as the youngest of the party. Mrs. Merrithew, 44 O ur Little Canadian Cousin blithe and serene, had everything perfectly planned, and engineered the carrying out of the plans with quiet skill. It was she who remembered where everything was, thought of everything that ought to be taken, and saw that every one of the party was properly clad. The party, by the way, was quite a large one, consisting of another whole family (the Greys) besides the Merrithews, Will Graham, a young collegian who was a friend of Mr. Merrithew's, and Miss Covert, a rather delicate and very quiet little school-teacher whom Mrs. Merri- thew had taken under her wing from sheer kindness, but who proved a charming addition to the party. The Greys were six in number : Doctor Grey, a grave professor ; Mrs. Grey, a tiny, vivacious brunette, who had been Mrs. Merrithew's " chum " since their schoolgirl days ; Carl and Hugh, twin boys of fourteen ; and two girls, Edith, just Jackie's age, and Alice, so much older than the rest that she was Our Little Canadian Cousin 45 " almost grown-up/' and Marjorie and Dora looked upon her with admiring awe. Doctor Grey, both mammas, Susan (who was to do the cooking, as Debby did not dare ven- ture on anything so wild as sleeping out-of- doors), Jackie, little Edith Grey, and all the provisions, tents, and bedding, were to go by stage, while Mr. Merrithew, Will Graham, and the twins were to divide the charge of three canoes and the four girls. At ten o'clock the big lumbering stage rat- tled up to the door, and the canoeists saw the others properly packed and waved them a cheerful adieu. Then they gathered up pad- dles, wraps, and lunch-baskets, and hastened gaily off to the boat-house on the river-bank. Here the work of embarking was quickly accomplished, and the four slender birches shot out into the stream, turned, and swept upward, propelled against the current by vigorous arms. " Please sing, Daddy," Marjorie begged, and 46 Our Little Canadian Cousin Mr. Merrithew promptly began an old favour- ite, but could get no further than the first verse. " In the days when we went gypsying, A long time ago, The lads and lasses in their best Were dressed from top to toe — " So far he sang, and then declared that both memory and breath had given out, and that- the ladies, who had no work to do, must forth- with provide the music. After a little hes- itation and some coaxing from Marjorie, Dora sang, in a clear, sweet treble, the well-known and much-loved " En Roulant ma Boule " (" Rolling My Ball"). Then some one started " Tenting on the Old Camp Ground," and all, even the paddlers, joined in, the little school-teacher providing a rich alto that took them all by surprise. The river was deep-blue, reflecting the lit- tle clouds that floated in the azure overhead. Near the town the river was very broad ; as "THE TREE - CLAD SHORES WORE A FAIRY GLAMOUR Our Little Canadian Cousin 47 they forged upward, it gradually narrowed, and was thickly studded with islands. They passed Government House, left the ruined Hermitage behind, and then began to feel that they were at last out of civilization, and near- ing the goal of summer quiet that they sought. It was slow work, this paddling against the current, but the time went in a sort of en- chanted way; the tree-clad shores wore a fairy glamour, and the islands, where masses of grape-vine and clematis were tangled over the bushes, might have been each the home of an enchanted princess, a dryad, or any of the many " fair forms of old romance." When about five miles had been covered, they heard the rush of water hurrying over shallows and nagging at the rocks. This was what the chil- dren delighted to call " The Rapids," but old canoemen simply dubbed it " a stretch of swift water." But by whichever name it went, it called for strong and skilful paddling, and 48 Our Little Canadian Cousin Mr. Merrithew proposed that, before they undertook it, they should land and fortify themselves with lunch. This suggestion met with great favour; the canoes were swiftly beached, and soon a merry little picnic party sat under a clump of gray shore-willows, while sandwiches, tarts, and cakes of many kinds, vanished as if by magic. Success to the camp was drunk in lemonade — not ice-cold — and speeches were made that proved the good spirits, if not the oratorical gifts, of the group. They rested here for an hour, for one of the camp mottoes was, " Time was made for slaves," and they knew that the ones who had gone on by stage were resting comfortably in a farmhouse, just opposite their destination, till the canoeing party should come to ferry them over. The farmhouse was owned by old friends with whom Mrs. Merrithew and Mrs. Grey would be glad to spend a little time, and Our Little Canadian Cousin 49 for Jack and Edith the whole place would be full of wonders. When it came to actually facing the rapids, Dora's heart failed her ; her cheeks paled, and her eyes grew very large and dark ; but she held on tight to both sides of the canoe, fixed her eyes on Marjorie's back, and said not a word. She tried hard not to see the swirling water and the scowling rocks, but no effort could shut out the confused seething noises that made her feel as if nothing in the world was stable or solid. When at last the rush was over, the sounds grew softer, and the trium- phant canoemen drew their good craft in to shore, and paused to rest their tired muscles, Dora gave a deep sigh of relief. Marjorie turned a beaming face to see what ever was the matter. " Frightened, dear ? " she said. " I forgot that you have not had much canoeing. It's too bad." 5 Lee M Pike Our Little Cuban Cousin 0ur Uttle Philippine Cousin Our Uttle Dutch Cousin Our Little Porto Rican Cousin By Blanche McManus -...,_ . „ _ _ . _ _ . . 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