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!” ”
