Joyce of the North Woods

the North Woods, by Harriet T. Comstock

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Title: Joyce of the North Woods
Author: Harriet T. Comstock
Illustrator: John Cassel
Release Date: September 9, 2006 [EBook #19225]
Language: English
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JOYCE OF THE NORTH WOODS
BY
HARRIET T. COMSTOCK
AUTHOR OF JANET OF THE DUNES, TOWER AND THRONE, THE QUEEN'S HOSTAGE, ETC.
ILLUSTRATED BY JOHN CASSEL
GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS :: NEW YORK
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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, INCLUDING THAT OF TRANSLATION INTO FOREIGN LANGUAGES INCLUDING THE SCANDINAVIAN
COPYRIGHT, 1911, BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
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TO
EVELINA HEMINWAY SMITH
"SISTER--FRIEND"
Accept the dedication of this book of mine as a very slight recognition of your encouragement in my work; your faith in me.
To you I first read the story; from you I received my first approval; I believe its chances will be brighter in the book-world if your name and good-will go with it.
HARRIET T. COMSTOCK
Flatbush--Brooklyn, N. Y. February, 1910
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
3
CHAPTER II
24
CHAPTER III
46
CHAPTER IV
65
CHAPTER V
78
CHAPTER VI
98
CHAPTER VII
111
CHAPTER VIII
134
CHAPTER IX
154
CHAPTER X
177
CHAPTER XI
198
CHAPTER XII
212
CHAPTER XIII
231
CHAPTER XIV
251
CHAPTER XV
273
CHAPTER XVI
301
CHAPTER XVII
312
CHAPTER XVIII
334
CHAPTER XIX
350
CHAPTER XX
369
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PREFATORY NOTE
"Love is the golden bead in the bottom of the crucible." And the crucible was St. Ang��.
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Fifty years before this story began, St. Ang�� was a lumber camp; the first gash in that part of the great Solitude to the north, which lay across Beacon Hill, three miles from Hillcrest.
When the splendid lumber had been felled within a prescribed limit, Industry took another leap, left St. Ang�� scarred and blighted, with a fringe of forest north and south, and struck camps farther back and nearer Canada.
Then Nature began to heal the stricken heart of the Solitude. A second growth of lovely tree and bush sprang to the call, and the only reminders of the camp were the absences of the men during the logging season, and the roaring and rushing of the river through Long Meadow every spring, with its burden of logs from the distant camps.
In the beginning St. Ang�� had had her aspirations. A futile highway had been constructed, for no other purpose apparently, than to connect the north and south forests. A little church had been built--there had never been any regular service held in it--and a small school-house which promptly degenerated into the Black Cat Tavern, General Store, and Post Office. A few modest houses met the highway face to face; a few more turned their backs upon it and were content with an outlook across Long Meadow and toward Beacon Hill, beyond which lay the village of Hillcrest which grew in importance as St. Ang�� degenerated. There were scattered houses among the clumps of maple and pine growths, and there was a forlorn railroad station before which a rickety, single track branch ended. Sometime during the day a train came in, and after an uncertain period it departed; it was the only link with the outer world that St. Ang�� had except what came by way of Hillcrest.
Toward Hillcrest, as the years went on, there grew in St. Ang�� a feeling of envy and distrust. Its prosperity and decency were a reflection, its very emphatic regard for law and order a menace and burden. St. Ang��ans sent their aspiring youths to the Hillcrest school--it was never an alarming constituency--it was cheaper to do that than to support a school of their own. There were emergencies when the Hillcrest doctor and minister were in demand, so it behooved St. Ang�� to keep up a partial show of friendliness, but bitterly did it resent the interference of Hillcrest justice during that season immediately following the enforced sobriety and isolation of the lumber camp.
Were men not to have some compensation for the hardships of the backwoods?
And just at that point in the argument Beacon Hill received its name and significance. From its top a watcher could view the road leading to Hillcrest, and by a well-directed signal give warning to any chance wrongdoer on the St. Ang�� side. Many a culprit had thus been aided in his plans of escape before Justice, striding over the western hill, bore down upon the town.
Beautiful, unappreciated St. Ang��! The trees grew, and the scar was healed. The soft, pine-laden breezes touched with heavenly fragrance the dull-faced women, the pathetic children, and the unambitious men. Everything was run down and apparently doomed, until one day the endless chain which encompasses the world,