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The University of McGill stands on what was once, in part, the ancient village of Hochelaga, which was visited by Jacques Cartier, and was later the domain belonging to old "Burnside Hall." Its cheerful fire many a time shone out under the shadow of Mount Royal, when were gathered around its board Simon McTavish, Duncan McGillivray, Sir John Franklin and Joseph Frobisher.
"They are," he said. "Good heavens!" exclaimed Miss MacNish. "When I meet her " McTavish began, and abruptly paused. "What?" Miss MacNish asked with some eagerness. "Oh, nothing; I'm so full of it that I almost betrayed my own confidence." "I hope that you aren't implying that I might prove indiscreet." "Oh, dear no!" said McTavish. "It had a look of it, then," said Miss MacNish tartly.
In five years I have not heard him playing 'Great Godfrey's Lament," said old Alexander McTavish, as with him I was sitting of a June evening, at sundown, under a wide apple-tree of his orchard-lawn. When the sweet song-sparrows of the Ottawa valley had ceased their plaintive strains, Angus McNeil began on his violin.
Soon after breakfast and a glorious plunge bath in the cold waters of Hudson Bay, the lads were informed by Mr McTavish that the ship's cargo was now about unloaded, and that just as soon as the brigades, with the last winter's catch of furs, which were looked for every hour, should arrive she would with the first favourable wind begin the return journey.
Alvin P. Jones, McTavish saw the representative of those ancient enemies of his, and in the oration to which he had just listened he fancied he detected a note of disloyalty to the flag, a suggestion of a break in the allegiance of Canada to the Empire, and worst of all, a hint that Canada might safely depend for protection upon something other than the naval power which had guarded the shores of his country these many years from enemy invasion.
"It was you who treated yourself as one," put in Father José, before Murray could reply. "Remember, my son, men don't put women-folk into the care of 'silly kids." It was characteristic of Murray McTavish that the loaded canoes cast off from the Mission landing at the appointed time. For all the haste nothing was forgotten, nothing neglected.
"Well," said McTavish again, "there's no use crying over spilt milk. But is your conscience up to a heavy load?" "'Tis a meeserable vehicle at best," protested Traquair. "You must pretend," said McTavish, "that you have not yet told me." "Ah!" Traquair exclaimed. "You wish to think it over." "I do," said McTavish. Both were silent for some moments.
You fought him once. Are you going to do it again?" He nodded. "By whose orders?" "Mr. Sexton, he tell me to do it." "Well, Rondeau, some day I'll be boss of Laguna Grande and there'll be no more fighting," she replied, and passed on down B Street to the office of the Cardigan Redwood Lumber Company. Moira McTavish looked up as she entered. "Where is he, dear?" Shirley asked. "I must see him."
And now, gentlemen, dinner is served." One thing that Bertie detested was rice and curry, so it happened that he alone partook of an inviting omelet. He had quite finished his plate, when Harriwell helped himself to the omelet. One mouthful, he tasted, then spat out vociferously. "That's the second time," McTavish announced ominously. Harriwell was still hawking and spitting. "Second time, what?"
We met McTavish, the host of the hotel, an aging planter, who kept his public house as an adjunct of his farm, and more for sociability than gain. He was in a depressed and angry mood, for one of his eyes was closed, and the other battered about the rim and beginning to turn black and blue. He knew McHenry, for both had been in these seas half their lives.
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