When Comes the Spring (Canadian West #2)
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Elizabeth, the cultured young schoolteacher from the East, has braved the western frontier and spent a year teaching in a one room schoolhouse. How she and Wynn are planning their wedding and their new life together at his outpost in the far north. While Wynn is accustomed to life in the north, Elizabeth is not. Can their love for each other sustain them through a harsh winter, loneliness, and rigors of life without any of the conveniences they're used to? Book 2 of the bestselling Canadian West series.
been so sure of anything in my life. We had time for each to add, I love you so very very much, and Wynn gently squeezed my hand. The ceremony was over, and we walked back down the aisle together. Husband and wife. From now on, I would be with Wynn always. There would be no separation. Nothing would ever come between us. The entry of the church was packed with well-wishers. Anna and her entire family were there. I did not even have opportunity to ask them how they had come. We hugged one
Who knew when I might sleep here again? I had grown to love this room. I had always felt welcomed and loved in Jon's home. I would miss it. I would miss them. I would miss each one of the children. They might be nearly grown before I saw them again. And what of my dear mother and father? Would they still be in their Toronto home when I returned from the north country? What about Julie? Would she marry while I was gone? And Matthew? He would be a man. I did not dread my future with Wynn in his
was short lived; though we were soon back on the river, the dreaded mosquitoes swarmed around us, following us down the stream. "Wynn," I said crossly, "they are coming with us." "There are lots of mosquitoes in the North," Wynn informed me. "They are one of the area's worst pests." "What are the others?" I muttered sarcastically, but Wynn didn't catch the tone of my question. "Blackflies," he replied. "Blackflies are another real plague to man and beast alike." Wynn was right. The
get to that. I couldn't do everything in one day. By the time Wynn arrived home, the house was in quite good order-that is, the two rooms which we considered our house. The large room that was to be Wynn's office still needed to be arranged, but Wynn had told me to leave that to him. We had been delighted and surprised at the discovery of a storage room off the bedroom. Our crates, boxes, and supplies could all be kept there, out of our living accommodations. Wynn had placed the crates in the
girl. It was a shock to me when I first heard Nimmie and Miss McLain gratefully discussing this fact. You mean you expect to lose children? I wanted to ask. But their conversation told me very plainly that in the North death was nearly as accepted as life. Because of the severe weather, the lack of medical care and the poor nutrition, they did indeed lose children regularly. I was appalled. Especially when I knew that medicines and doctors could have saved a good number of them. Wynn kept a