"The Warden of the Plains, and Other Stories of Life in the Canadian North-west" by John MacLean. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
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John MacLean. The Warden of the Plains, and Other Stories of Life in the Canadian North-west
The Warden of the Plains, and Other Stories of Life in the Canadian North-west
Table of Contents
THE WARDEN OF THE PLAINS
ASOKOA, THE CHIEF'S DAUGHTER
THE SKY PILOT
"He built a fire and then hastily cooked his meal."
THE LONE PINE
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
"He grasped mure firmly a bundle which lay across his saddle."
THE WRITING STONE
AKSPINE
OLD GLAD
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
SNOW-BLIND AND LOST ON THE PRAIRIE
THE SPIRIT GUIDE
"As they approached I levelled my gun and shot the leader."
ALAHCASLA
"His trusty rifle had pierced the brain of the savage animal."
THE HIDDEN TREASURE
THE WHITE MAN'S BRIDE
"Napiake," he said sadly, "I am going on a long journey across the sea."
THE COMING OF APAUAKAS
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John MacLean
Published by Good Press, 2021
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Like the women of many of the Indian tribes, this poor mother had been accustomed to see her dead placed upon a platform supported by poles and raised upon the prairie some eight or ten feet from the ground: and knowing how hard it is to give up old customs, Jake was anxious to make the new mode of burial as attractive as possible to the feelings of the mother. He chose a beautiful spot, and, being a strong man, soon had a neat grave dug. He then returned to the shanty and found the woman had wrapped her babe in a fine blanket, and with it for a covering was going to have the child buried. Jake bade her wait a little while. In a few hours he had made a handsome coffin and placed the babe in it.
The little funeral procession went to the grave, and after laying the coffin in it, Jake said a few words of love and faith—words that were listened to and understood by his hearers, who could live only up to the light they had been given. They put a fence around the grave, and Jake set up a board at the head of it, on which he wrote the name and age of the child. The little one had not lived long, but she had not lived in vain. As a beautiful flower of the prairie, she had come in the spring-time and bloomed through the glad summer, filling the home with sunshine and happiness until summer came again. Then the playthings were laid aside and the stricken child lay down to rest.
