[A Canadian Heroine, Volume 1 by Mrs. Harry Coghill]@TWC D-Link bookA Canadian Heroine, Volume 1 CHAPTER IX 45/47
It was clean and neat, though not better than the cottages of many farm-labourers in England, and I was so humbled that I never thought of complaining.
It stood on a small marshy promontory at one end of the island, at a considerable distance from the village, and was more accessible by land than by water. "In that house, Lucia, you were born; but not until three years of solitude, terror, and misery had almost broken my heart. "As soon as ever we were settled in our home, which I tried to make comfortable and inviting according to my English ideas, Christian returned to the wandering and dissipated life he had led in the last few years before his journey to England.
He was often away from me for many days without my knowing where he was, and I only heard from others, vague stories of his spending nights and days, drinking and gambling, on the American side of the river.
At first, he always came back sober, and in good humour, and never left me without sufficient money for the few expenses which were necessary; but within six months this changed, and I began to suffer, not only from ill-usage, but from want. "The missionaries, of whom I told you, were still on the island when I arrived there; but although they pitied, and were disposed to be kind to me, I could not bear to complain to them, or to make my story a subject for missionary reports and speeches.
You see I had a little pride still, but I do not know whether it would not have yielded to the dreadful need for a friend of my own race, if events had not brought me one whom you know, Mr.Strafford. "Although the island was large enough to have maintained the whole Indian population by farming, it remained, when I came there, entirely uncultivated, and hunting and fishing were still the only means the people had of supporting themselves.
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