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The Zeit-Geist

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The Zeit-Geist

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CONTENTS


THE

Zeit-Geist
Library

of

COMPLETE NOVELS
in One Volume.
Paper, 1s. 6d.; cloth, 2s.


Early Volumes.
By L. Dougall.

THE ZEIT-GEIST.

With Frontispiece.


By Gyp.

CHIFFON'S MARRIAGE.

With Portrait of Author.


By Frankfort Moore.


THE SALE OF A SOUL.

With Frontispiece.


By the Author of "A Yellow Aster."

A NEW NOVEL.

With Frontispiece.

Other volumes to follow.

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Title-page.


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The

Zeit-Geist

L. DOUGALL

Author of
Beggars All, What
Necessity Knows.
etc.

LONDON
HUTCHINSON & CO
PATERNOSTER ROW


"I . . . create evil. I am the Lord."
Isa. xlv. 6, 7.
"Where will God be absent? In His face
Is light, but in His shadow there is healing too:
Let Guido touch the shadow and be healed!"
The Ring and the Book.
"If Nature is the garment of God, it is woven without seam throughout."
The Ascent of Man.

Oxford, January 1895.

When travelling in Canada, in the region north of Lake Ontario, I came upon traces of the somewhat remarkable life which is the subject of the following sketch.

Having applied to the school-master in the town where Bartholomew Toyner lived, I received an account the graphic detail and imaginative insight of which attest the writer's personal affection. This account, with only such condensation as is necessary, I now give to the world. I do not believe that it belongs to the novel to teach theology; but I do believe that religious sentiments and opinions are a legitimate subject of its art, and that perhaps its highest function is to promote understanding by bringing into contact minds that habitually misinterpret one another.


THE ZEIT-GEIST.


CHAPTER I.

PROLOGUE.

To-day I am at home in the little town of the fens, where the Ahwewee River falls some thirty feet from one level of land to another. Both broad levels were covered with forest of ash and maple, spruce and tamarack; but long ago, some time in the thirties, impious hands built dams on the impetuous Ahwewee, and wide marshes and drowned wood-lands are the result. Yet just immediately at Fentown there is neither marsh nor dead tree; the river dashes over its ledge of rock in a foaming flood, runs shallow and rapid between green woods, and all about the town there are breezy pastures where the stumps are still standing, and

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