“ No more would the neighborless settler fear peril as the darkening shadows of evening came about his log cabin in the great forest, or dread that before the light of another dawn armed foemen might come and take him prisoner, and drive his wife and little ones into an inclement winter night by the application of the torch. Strong men grasped each others’ hands, and shook, and bawled themselves hoarse in simple exuberance of spirits, and in the intensest feeling of thankfulness that peace had come to them once again. ”
Thomas Conant
Biographical details
Thomas Conant (1822–1899) was a 19th-century Canadian writer whose works, including Life in Canada and Upper Canada Sketches, vividly portray the nation’s changing landscape and societal character. Through poetic prose and contemplative narratives, he examined themes of natural beauty, serenity, and the quest for liberty, frequently contrasting Canada’s calm with the unrest of other regions.
His writings also address historical events, such as the Underground Railroad, highlighting Canada’s role as a sanctuary. Conant’s body of work captures the dynamic spirit of a young nation, merging personal insight with a wider vision of advancement and cohesion.
Quotes by Thomas Conant
“ Manifestly one of the prettiest sights in nature is to see an orchard of considerable size in Ontario, heavily laden with fruit, and its limbs bending to the ground with their burdens. Let the breeze just gently stir the leaves, and sway the branches, and the dancing sunbeams glinting upon the sheen of the apples’ sides, and then as you walk through and among the trees, nature smiles at you, and you realize that ours is indeed a beauteous and kindly land. ”
Thomas Conant, Upper Canada Sketches
“ Just how the ice is broken one can scarcely tell, but it is broken, and we chat away as the train clips off the usual thirty miles an hour.Who, I ask, ever thought of speaking unintroduced to a lady in a first-class car in England? I tried it once when a green boy, and received such a stony stare as froze me for all my subsequent railway journeys in the old land. But we do things differently in Canada. My companion chats, and so do I, and so do all my neighbors, and the car is just an incessant hum of pleasant, softly intoned voices. ”
