THE MAID of the MOUNTAIN 



ing of nights, and the days and months are long with- 

 out you — 



Here the letter ended abruptly. 



It was bitterly hard for the man. In our rude 

 way we tried to comfort him, but his giief and 

 disappointment were deeper than our sympathy. 

 It is time only that heals the wounds of the heart 

 though the scars remain. I returned to Quebec 

 after the funeral, leaving McTavish in charge of 

 O'Scanlen. Summer came again, and it was 

 Charlo who met me at the river with his " Saints, 

 m'sieu\ I verra glad for see you some more for 

 fish. Dat feller Angoose h'ax you for come h'an' 

 camp h'on 'is 'ouse, for see O'Scanlen wat liv' wid 

 'im now, 'an' we h'all mak' fish togedder, for we 

 'av' feenish wid de stumps." 



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