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Title: My strange rescue, and other stories of sport and adventure in Canada
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Oxley, James Macdonald, 1855-1907
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Publisher: London T. Nelson
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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herthan she could possibly perform, and then if they were notdone, would beat her most unmercifully, and sometimeseven burn her with brands from the fire. When herfather, who, to tell the truth, was but an indifferent sortof a parent, would find her covered with burns and bruises,and ask the meaning of it, the elder sister would replythat she had fallen into the fire, or tripped over a treeroot, or something of that kind ; and neither Oo-chig-e-asquenor the second sister dared contradict her, they were bothso much afraid of her strong- hands. So this shamefulstate of affairs continued until the poor girls condition wasmost pitiable; for her hair was singed oflf close to herhead, her face and body scarred with burns and bruises,and her back bent with toil it was not strong enough tobear. Of course the two elder sisters had been among- the can- A MIC-MAC CINDERELLA, 8i didates for Tee-anis hand ; and, proud as they were of theirgood looks and of their finerjs both had failed utterlj^ to
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WE ARE DISCOVERED AT LAST, HE S^YS. see the mysterious chief. Their despised little sister knewof their going only too well, for her persecutor gave her awicked beating when she came home disappointed, by way (904) 6 82 A MIC-MAC CINDERELLA. of working off her ill-humour. One day, when Oo-chig-e-asque was sitting alone in the wigwam weeping over herhard fate, the thought suddenly flashed into her mind—■why should sAe not try her fortune at Moose-hunting ? Itseemed absurd, of course, but it could hardly make thingsany worse; and even though Tee-am would not think herworth marrying, he might in some way not very clear tothe poor girls troubled mind shield her from her sisterscruelty. Oo-chig-e-asque had no fine clothes to put on. A fewbeads given her by a compassionate squaw were her onlyornaments. But this did not deter her. Gathering aquantity of birch-bark, she fashioned for herself an odd,misshapen gown, that was ill-fitting enough to give evenan Indian Qiiodiste a turn; an old

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