The Heart of the Ancient Wood

by Charles G D Roberts

Overview

Immerse yourself in the untamed beauty of the Canadian wilderness with Charles G. D. Roberts' "The Heart of the Ancient Wood," a classic of Canadian literature. Set in the forests of New Brunswick, this enduring tale explores the profound connection between humanity and nature. Roberts masterfully weaves a narrative that resonates with timeless themes of coexistence and the inherent wildness within us all.

Experience a vivid portrait of a bygone era, where the lives of people and animals are intricately intertwined. Explore the delicate balance of the natural world through meticulously crafted prose. "The Heart of the Ancient Wood" is a literary journey into the heart of a historical landscape, brought back to life in this beautifully presented edition.

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Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781023319843
Publisher:	Anson Street Press
Publication date:	03/29/2025
Pages:	122
Product dimensions:	6.14(w) x 9.21(h) x 0.26(d)

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Chapter III The Exiles from the Settlement LATE that afternoon Kirstie Craig arrived. Her coming was a migration. The first announcement of her approach was the dull tank, tank, a-tonk, tank of cowbells down the trail, at sound of which Old Dave threw aside his axe and slouched away to meet her. There was heard a boy's voice shouting with young authority, "Gee! Gee, Bright! Gee, Star!" and the head of the procession came into view in the solemn green archway of the woods. The head of the procession was Kirstie Craig herself, a tall, erect, strong-stepping, long-limbed woman in blue-grey homespuns, with a vivid scarlet kerchief tied over her head. She was leading, by a rope about its horns, a meekly tolerant black- and-white cow. To her left hand clung a 30 skipping little figure in a pink calico frock, a broad-brimmed hat of coarse straw flung back from her hair and hanging by ribbons from her neck. This was the five-year- old Miranda, Kirstie Craig's daughter. She had ridden most of the journey, and now was full of excited interest over the approach to her new home. Following close behind came the yoke of long- horned, mild-eyed steers, — Bright, a light sorrel, and Star, a curious red-and-black brindle with a radiating splash of white in the middle of his forehead. These, lurching heavily on the yoke, were hauling a rude " drag," on which was lashed the meagre pile of Kirstie's belongings and supplies. Close at Star's heaving flank walked a lank and tow-haired boy from the Settlement, his long ox-goad in hand, and an expression of resigned dissatisfaction on his grey-eyed, ruddy young face. Liking, and thoroughly believing in, Kirstie Craig, he had impulsively yielded to herrequest, and let himself be hired to assist her flight into exile. But in so doing he had go...