With Wolfe in Canada: The Winning of a Continent

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Henty George Alfred. With Wolfe in Canada: The Winning of a Continent

Preface

Chapter 1: A Rescue

Chapter 2: The Showman's Grandchild

Chapter 3: The Justice Room

Chapter 4: The Squire's Granddaughter

Chapter 5: A Quiet Time

Chapter 6: A Storm

Chapter 7: Pressed

Chapter 8: Discharged

Chapter 9: The Defeat Of Braddock

Chapter 10: The Fight At Lake George

Chapter 11: Scouting

Chapter 12: A Commission

Chapter 13: An Abortive Attack

Chapter 14: Scouting On Lake Champlain

Chapter 15: Through Many Perils

Chapter 16: The Massacre At Fort William Henry

Chapter 17: Louisbourg And Ticonderoga

Chapter 18: Quebec

Chapter 19: A Dangerous Expedition

Chapter 20: The Path Down The Heights

Chapter 21: The Capture Of Quebec

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Most of the towns standing on our seacoast have suffered a radical change in the course of the last century. Railways, and the fashion of summer holiday making, have transformed them altogether, and great towns have sprung up where fishing villages once stood. There are a few places, however, which seem to have been passed by, by the crowd. The number yearly becomes smaller, as the iron roads throw out fresh branches. With the advent of these comes the speculative builder. Rows of terraces and shops are run up, promenades are made, bathing machines and brass bands become familiar objects, and in a few years the original character of the place altogether disappears.

Sidmouth, for a long time, was passed by, by the world of holiday makers. East and west of her, great changes took place, and many far smaller villages became fashionable seaside watering places. The railway, which passed by some twelve miles away, carried its tens of thousands westward, but left few of them for Sidmouth, and anyone who visited the pretty little place, fifteen years back, would have seen it almost as it stood when our story opens a century ago.

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"I was only just in time," the lad said. "I did not see her fall out of the boat. She was only a few yards away from it when she came up–just as my eyes fell on the spot. I am very glad to have saved her for you; but, of course, it was nothing of a swim. She could not have been many yards out of my depth. Now I will run home and change my things."

James Walsham was too much accustomed to be wet through, to care anything about his dripping clothes, but they served him as an excuse to get away, for he felt awkward and embarrassed at the gratitude of the old soldier. He pushed his way through the little crowd, which had now gathered round, and started at a run; for the news had brought almost all those gathered round the peep show to the shore, the excitement of somebody being drowned being superior even to that of the peep show, to the great majority; though a few, who had no hope of obtaining the necessary pennies, had lingered behind, and seized the opportunity for a gratuitous look through the glasses.

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