[Canoe Mates in Canada by St. George Rathborne]@TWC D-Link bookCanoe Mates in Canada CHAPTER XVI 3/5
I've seen her cry many the time, and under my breath I cursed that hard-hearted old Scotchman, who, because his daughter married a man against whom he chanced to have a spite, refused to forgive.
He's a cold-blooded monster, that's what he is, and I would tell him so to his face." "I suspected that he bore that relationship to you--grandfather--there's considerable about your faces that gives the secret away," remarked Cuthbert. "I may look like him in face, but thank Heaven I'm a true Dugdale in my feelings.
I know you'll forgive me if I make the story short, because it rouses up the old feelings inside, and sad memories always make me hate him more and more. "After my mother and father died, which was less than a year ago, he heard of it somehow, and has tried to make up with me ever since, sending messages with letters, asking me to come and live with him; but his repentance came too late, for she was not here to know that he was sorry; and I utterly refused to even hold any correspondence with the man who would have let his own child go hungry or freeze to death because she would not come and ask his forgiveness, something my father would never hear of. "Well, what do you think, finding that I wouldn't come to him of my own free will, this domineering ruler of the Saskatchewan sent a party of his halfbreeds up to the region where I was trapping and kidnapped me outright--yes, I was carried a prisoner in their boat to this post, and actually confined in a cabin as if I had been guilty of a crime.
He had the nerve to send me word that it had all been done without his knowledge, his men thinking they were doing him a favor, and that he would see me in the morning, when he hoped explanations might bring about an understanding between us--if I persisted in my determination to have nothing to do with him, I would then be at liberty to depart. "I never so much as sent him an answer, I was so furious at being dragged to his post like a wretch who had robbed traps; but during the night I found a way to escape from the cabin, and taking an old canoe, I fled down the river.
The rest you know already.
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