Pearls and PebblesDundurn, 15 лист. 1999 р. - 240 стор. How fitting to close out the 20th century with a brand new edition of Pearls & Pebbles by the noted chronicler of pioneer life, Catharine Parr Traill. Published in 1894, Pearls & Pebbles is an unusual book with a lasting charm, in which the author’s broad focus ranges from the Canadian natural environment to early settlement of Upper Canada. Through Traill’s eyes, we see the life of the pioneer woman, the disappearance of the forest, and the corresponding changes in the life of the Native Canadians who have inhabited that forest. Editor Elizabeth Thompson reminds us of the significance of the writings by Traill, the aged author/naturalist, who felt that the hours spent gathering the pebbles and pearls from her notebooks and journals written in the backwoods of Canada was not time wasted. |
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... mother's heart . God gave me that trial in after years . ” For another thing , the narrative borders on allegory : the child's death occurs in spring , which when coupled with Traill's dusk- to - dawn watch over the baby , has ties with ...
... mother , who would turn the treasures over and say with a smile , “ Let me see what precious pearls my Katie has found among her many pebbles hardly worth bringing home . ” Still the time was not wholly wasted . Health and pleasure had ...
... mother telling of being startled in the night by seeing the door softly open and a small white - robed figure glide up to the bedside . It was Sara , her eyes wide open , fixed and staring , but the child was fast asleep . Two tiny ...
... mother as a peace - offering for torn frocks and soiled pinafores , or leave out - stayed . This charming spot was our Eden . In it we laid out beds and planted a garden for ourselves . Like Canadian squatters , we took to ourselves ...
... mother . Last summer our wrens raised three successive broods . I do not think the number exceeded five little birds each time . This year the time will not admit of an extra hatch . The wrens usually linger with us till the end of ...
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MORE ABOUT MY FEATHERED FRIENDS | 32 |
A DEFENSE | 45 |
NOTES FROM MY OLD DIARY | 49 |
THOUGHTS ON VEGETABLE INSTINCT | 109 |
SOME CURIOUS PLANTS | 115 |
SOME VARIETIES OF POLLEN | 120 |
THE CRANBERRY MARSH | 123 |
OUR NATIVE GRASSES | 126 |
INDIAN GRASS | 132 |
MOSSES AND LICHENS | 136 |
THE INDIAN MOSS BAG | 141 |
THE SPIDER | 58 |
PROSPECTING AND WHAT I FOUND IN MY DIGGING | 62 |
THE ROBIN AND THE MIRROR | 65 |
IN THE CANADIAN WOODS | 67 |
THE FIRST DEATH IN THE CLEARING | 82 |
ALONE IN THE FOREST | 90 |
ON THE ISLAND OF MINNEWAWA | 99 |
THE CHILDREN OF THE FOREST | 103 |
SOMETHING GATHERS UP THE FRAGMENTS | 144 |
APPENDIX A | 151 |
APPENDIX B | 181 |
APPENDIX C | 183 |
ENDNOTES | 187 |
ILLUSTRATION CREDITS | 199 |
INDEX | 203 |