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Title: George Stanley:
Year: 1864 (1860s)
Authors: Geikie, John Cunningham, 1824-1906, (from old catalog) ed
Subjects: Frontier and pioneer life
Publisher: London, New York, Routledge, Warne, and Routledge
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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, in spring, tolook at the glorious river which lay for miles like amirror before me, when my attention was attractedto a canoe with a great green bush at one end of it,floating, apparently empty, down the current. Isoon noticed a hand, close at the side, slowly scullingit by a paddle, and keeping the bush down thestream. As it glided past, I watched it narrowly. Agreat flock of wild ducks were splashing and divingat some distance below; but so slowly and silentlydid the canoe drift on, that they did not seem toheed it. All at once, a puff of smoke from thebush, and the sound of a gun, with the fall of anumber of ducks, killed and wounded, on the water,plainly showed what it meant. An Indian in-stantly rose up in the canoe, and paddled with allhaste to the spot to pick up the game. It was acapital plan to cheat the poor birds, and get nearenough to kill a good number. There were immenseflocks of waterfowl, after the ice broke up, eachyear; but they were so shy that we were very little
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I ta h Cootes Paradise. 327 the better for tliem. It was very different in earlierdays, before population increased and incessant alarmand pursuit had made them wild, for the whole pro-vince must once have been a great sporting ground.There is a marsh on Lake Ontario, not far fromHamilton, called Cootes Paradise, from the delightwhich an officer of that name found in the myriadsof ducks, &c, which thronged it thirty or fortyyears ago. 328 CHAPTER XX. Apple-bees—Orchards—Gorgeous display of apple-blossom—A meeting in the woods—The ague—Wild parsnips—Manlost in the woods. We had a great deal of fun when our orchard gotup a little, and when we were able to trade with ourneighbours for fruit, in what they used to call apple-paring bees.7 The young folks of both sexeswere invited for a given evening in the autumn, andcame duly provided with apple-parers, which areingenious contrivances, by which an apple, stuck ontwo prongs at one end, is pared by a few turns of ahandle at

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