The Going of the White Swan

By Gilbert Parker

This is a classic novel set in the late 19th century that tells the story of a young woman, Madeline, who is determined to make a life for herself in Canada. She discovers the beauty of the Canadian wilderness, and along the way she meets a variety of characters, including a mysterious Native American and a handsome French-Canadian fur trader.It is an engaging and heartfelt story that captures the spirit of adventure and the power of love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Good Press
• Release date: Dec 16, 2019
• ISBN: 4064066195236

Gilbert Parker

Gilbert Parker (1862–1932), also credited as Sir Horatio Gilbert George Parker, 1st Baronet, was a Canadian novelist and British politician. His initial career was in education, working in various schools as a teacher and lecturer. He then traveled abroad to Australia where he became an editor at the Sydney Morning Herald. He expanded his writing to include long-form works such as romance fiction. Some of his most notable titles include Pierre and his People (1892), The Seats of the Mighty and The Battle of the Strong.

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Gilbert Parker

The Going of the White Swan

Published by Good Press, 2019

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EAN 4064066195236

Table of Contents

CHAPTER I.

CHAPTER II.

CHAPTER III.

CHAPTER IV.

CHAPTER V.

CHAPTER VI.

CHAPTER VII.

THE END

NOVELS BY SIR GILBERT PARKER

CHAPTER I.

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Why don't she come back, father?

The man shook his head, his hand fumbled with the wolfskin robe covering the child, and he made no reply.

She'd come if she knew I was hurted, wouldn't she?

The father nodded, and then turned restlessly toward the door, as though expecting some one. The look was troubled, and the pipe he held was not alight, though he made a pretense of smoking.

Suppose the wildcat had got me, she'd be sorry when she comes, wouldn't she?

There was no reply yet, save by gesture, the language of primitive man; but the big body shivered a little, and the uncouth hand felt for a place in the bed where the lad's knee made a lump under the robe. He felt the little heap tenderly, but the child winced.

S-sh, but that hurts! This wolfskin's most too much on me, isn't it, father?

The man softly, yet awkwardly, lifted the robe, folded it back, and slowly uncovered the knee. The leg was worn away almost to skin and bone, but the knee itself was swollen with inflammation. He bathed it with some water, mixed with vinegar and herbs, then drew down the deer-skin shirt, and did the same with the child's shoulder.