The Epaulettes
By Gilbert Parker OLD Athabasca, chief of the Little Crees, sat at the door of…
The Cruise of the Ninety-Nin
I. The Search SHE was only a big gulf yawl, which a man and a…
The Bridge House
By Gilbert Parker IT stood on a wide wall between two small bridges. These were…
THE BARON OF BEAUGUARD
BY GILBERT PARKER THE Manor House at Beaugard, Monsieur? Ah, bien sûr, “I mind it…
ROMANY OF THE SNOWS
By Gilbert Parker I When old Throng the trader, trembling with sickness and misery, got…
Malachi
By Gilbert Parker “HE’LL swing just the same to-morrow. Exit Malachi!” said Freddy Tarlton gravely.…
LITTLE BABICHE
BY GILBERT PARKER “NO, no, m’sieu’ the governor, they did not tell you right. I…
BARBARA GOLDING
By Gilbert Parker THE last time Field Osgood saw Barbara Golding was on a certain…
At Point o’ Bugles
By Gilbert Parker “JOHN YORK, John York, where art thou gone, John York?” “What’s that,…
At Bamber’s Boom
By Gilbert Parker HIS trouble came upon him when he was old. To the hour…