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Title: Deep Furrows

Author: Hopkins Moorhouse

Release Date: June 1, 2007 [EBook #21657]

Language: English

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DEEP FURROWS

Which Tells of Pioneer Trails Along Which
the Farmers of Western Canada Fought
Their Way to Great Achievements
in Co-Operation

By

HOPKINS MOORHOUSE

TORONTO AND WINNIPEG

GEORGE J. McLEOD, LIMITED

PUBLISHERS

COPYRIGHT, CANADA, 1918

BY GEORGE J. McLEOD, LIMITED

TO THE

MEN AND WOMEN OF THE SOIL

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

Foreword
I The Man on the Qu'Appelle Trail
II A Call to Arms
III The First Shot is Fired
IV "That Man Partridge!"
V "The House With the Closed Shutters"
VI On a Card in the Window of Wilson's Old Store
VII A Fight for Life
VIII A Knock on the Door
IX The Grain Exchange Again
X Printers' Ink
XI From the Red River Valley to the Foothills
XII The Showdown
XIII The Mysterious "Mr. Observer"
XIV The Internal Elevator Campaign
XV Concerning the Terminals
XVI The Grip of the Pit
XVII New Furrows
XVIII A Final Test
XIX Meanwhile, in Saskatchewan
XX What Happened in Alberta
XXI In the Drag of the Harrows
XXII The Width of the Field
XXIII The Depth of the Furrows
XXIV And the End is Not Yet
Appendix

FOREWORD

Once in awhile, maybe, twenty-five or thirty years ago, they used to
pack you off during the holidays for a visit on Somebody's Farm. Have
you forgotten? You went with your little round head close clipped till
all the scar places showed white and you came back with a mat of
sunbleached hair, your face and hands and legs brown as a nut.

Probably you treasure recollections of those boyhood days when a raw
field turnip, peeled with a "toad-stabber," was mighty good eatin'.
You remember the cows and chickens, the horses, pigs and sheep, the old
corn-crib where generally you could scare up a chipmunk, the gnarled
old orchard--the Eastern rail-