the Ninth Concession
Chapter V - Mrs. McNabb
I WROTE to Eleanor, telling her how I had recovered
Colin safe and sound, explaining why we could not
return at once, and suggesting that if she had gained sufficient strength,
she might come over and wait with Colin. In return I received a reply from
my uncle, saying that Eleanor had not recovered from the shock of Colins
abduction. She had read with joy my letter telling of his recovery, and
illogically, perhaps, but very naturally, had been filled with hope that
her marriage would one day be proved as valid by the law of man as it was
in the sight of Heaven. This temporary exaltation had been followed by a
physical reaction, and she had passed quietly and peacefully away,
expressing her confidence and trust in my care, under Gods providence, of
Colins future. Keenly as I felt the loss, I could hardly regret it for
her sake. The future that would have lain before her could not have been
I began then seriously to think of plans for the
future. There seemed to be little reason why we should
return to England. No prospects lay before me there, and Colins welcome
in my guardians home might be very grudging. The whole countryside there
knew of the charge brought against his mothers marriage.
Besides, I had become acquainted with an estimable
woman in the settlement, under whose care I was anxious to place Colin.
She was Mrs. McNabb, a widow, with two girls and three boys of her
The difficulty was how to manage the affair. I knew she
was poor, and that the burden of a mortgage weighed heavily upon her. She
could not afford to take the child without
recompense; yet I knew already from what I had seen of her, that if I
offered her money as an inducement, she might refuse to take him at all.
Her care for a child was not a purchasable commodity that could be bought
and sold, and her poverty made her even more sensitive and fastidious upon
such a point. I called at Mrs. McNabbs house, and entered into
conversation with her touching the events which had so startled the
"And little Colin," I said, when the conversation turned upon him, "he
is now at Dooley the blacksmiths, but I scarcely think it a suitable
place for him; the boys are so rough, and Colin is such a sensitive
"Aye," said the widow, "that he is, and I confess that
the very objection you have named to Colins
remaining there has occurred to me. If the good Lord had but blessed me
with enough of this worlds goods, I would have been glad to take the boy
into my own home. But
the winter has been hard upon us, following the crop
failure of last year, and the boys and I have not been able to earn
sufficient money to pay the interest on the mortgage."
"How do you manage to carry the mortgage?" I ventured
"Well," she said, "it was always poor Duncans ambition
to lift it, and when he found that he was stricken
with a disease which he knew was fatal, the sorest trial that he had to
endure was that he must go and leave the mortgage unlifted. When he called
the children in to give them his dying blessing, he charged the boys to
struggle on with stout hearts to keep the interest paid, in order that the
homestead might be preserved, and God, he said, would in His own good time
provide a way to pay it off. But why should I complain?" she went
on. "Indeed, I do not complain, for God has always been good to me,
and I am ready to bear testimony that He has kept His
promise regarding the widow."
She added thoughtfully: "If my boys were but two years
older, I think it would be easier. Wallace says he is old enough now to go
out to work. He has been anxious for a year or two to go to the lumber
shanties with the other lads, but I tremble to let him go. Not that I fear
he will fall into evil habits, for I think the foundation of a sound
character has been laid, but I am fearsome for some harm to him, he is so
young and inexperienced. But he says he will go next winter anyway, for he
insists that he must keep his promise to his father and keep the interest
on the mortgage paid.
"Then there is Willie, the next boy," continued the
widow. "Although he is but fourteen coming Christmas, he is just as
anxious to help as Wallace, and he declares that if his eldest brother
goes to the bush he will go also. Indeed, Mr. Ross, I am blessed with good
children, and I have no doubt that if their lives are spared, they will
pay off the mortgage some day."
"Perhaps I could help you with the interest," I
suggested. "I happen to have a little money at present, and if it would be
of any assistance I would willingly let you have it, and you and the boys
can give me whatever interest you think fair, and make your payments to me
whenever you find it convenient."
I added hurriedly: "You see, Mrs. McNabb, its like
this. The little lad Colin is, but for me, homeless and friendless. I
would be very grateful to you if Colin could be brought up in your home.
If you would allow me to see to it that this would not add to the burden
now upon your shoulders, I would be thankful. I am not unmindful of the
great additional care and responsibility that another boy in your home
Mrs. McNabb hesitated a moment. "Well, well," she said
decisively and heartily, "it is perhaps the hand of the Lord. Who knows
but He is just trying me! I would prove unworthy to turn my back upon the
child. Bring little Colin to me."
And so it came about that Colin was taken to the home
of the widow to live. The issues involved proved far-reaching, and whether
or not the widow was re warded for her faith and self-sacrifice is a
question which must be left to be answered as the story proceeds.
I took the earliest opportunity of attending to the
interest on the widows mortgage and so set her mind at rest upon that
score. I also procured a good supply of clothes for little Colin, and did
not omit some things for the widow. I had to handle a matter of that kind
with the greatest delicacy and diplomacy. Mrs. McNabb was a very proud,
independent woman, in the best sense of the words, and would as soon have
thought of accepting assistance which might be regarded as charity, as of
cutting her hand off.
This matter being settled, I purchased a farm in the
neighborhood. As time went on, I formed ties and associations in the
settlement and excepting such visits as I may have made to other places, I
remained there permanently; though, as lumbering was then the chief
industry in that part of the country, I, like many other farmers, was
frequently absent from home for months, in lumber-mills or in
logging-camps. I became, in other words, one of the settlers, going in and
out of their homes, sharing their joys and sorrows, sympathising with them
in trouble, and rejoicing with them in prosperity.
In the meantime, however, came Wasbys trial, one of
the most sensational events that had ever occurred in Upper Canada. It is
not my purpose to give the details, which can be found in the records of
the county court where the case was tried, but simply to narrate the part
that little Colin and I had in it. Then the reader will be invited to
contemplate more cheerful scenes, and participate in events better
calculated to inspire pleasant reflections and sensations.
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