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Portrait of Gilbert Parker Gilbert Parker A Man, a Famine, and a Heathen Boy (1901)

I should have shot the first man that refused to go. ... Wingo, speak! Wake up! Come back, little brave of the North—come back!”
The sweat poured from him in his desperation and weakness. He said to himself that he had put this young life into the hazard without cause. Had he, then, saved the lad from the rapids and Silver Tassel’s brutality only to have him drag fish out of the jaws of death for Silver Tassel’s meal?
“Forgive me, Wingo boy!” he pleaded excitedly. “I was a fool, I was a brute! Open your eyes, Wingo!”
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Portrait of Gilbert Parker Gilbert Parker A Man, a Famine, and a Heathen Boy (1901)

Lazy as William Rufus Holly had been at school and college, he had still thought a good deal, even when he seemed only sleeping—perhaps he thought more because he slept so much, because he studied little and read a great deal. He always knew what everybody thought—that he would never do anything but play cricket till he got too heavy to run, and then would sink into a slothful, fat, and useless middle and old age; that his life would be a failure.
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Portrait of Gilbert Parker Gilbert Parker A Man, a Famine, and a Heathen Boy (1901)

In anger Knife-in-the-Wind thrust an arrow into the ground and said, “How can the white man who died thousands of moons ago in a far country save the red man to-day?”
“A strong man should bear so weak a tale,” broke in Silver Tassel ruthlessly. “Are we children that the Great Chief sends a child as messenger?”
For a moment Billy Rufus did not know how to reply, and in the pause Knife-in-the-Wind broke in two pieces the arrow he had thrust in the ground in token of displeasure.
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