Novels
- Beyond the Marshes (1898)
- Black Rock (1898)
- Gwen’s Canyon (1898)
- Jim Craig’s Battle for Black Rock (1898)
- Gwen (1899)
- The Sky Pilot (1899)
- The Man From Glengarry (1901)
- Glengarry School Days (1902)
- The Prospector (1904)
- The Pilot At Swan Creek (1905)
- The Doctor (1906)
- The Foreigner (1906)
- The Angel and the Star (1908)
- The Life of James Robertson (1908)
- The Dawn By Galilee (1909)
- The Settler (1909)
- Corporal Cameron (1912)
- The Patrol of the Sun Dance Trail (1914)
- The Doctor of Crows Nest (1917)
- The Major (1917)
- The Sky Pilot in No Man’s Land (1919)
- To Him That Hath (1921)
- The Girl from Glengarry (1933)
- The Rebel Loyalist (1935)
- The Gay Crusader (1936)
Novels Book Covers
Ralph Connor Books Overview
The Man From Glengarry
Ranald Macdonald’s roots are in the forest of Ontario s easternmost county and his character was forged in the small Presbyterian church near his home. When he leaves to test his idealism and faith in the rough world of the lumber business, he brings pride to the minister s wife who was the model for his life. Met with international acclaim when published in 1901, The Man From Glengarry is a tale of courage and an exciting portrait of life in 19th century Canada. From the Paperback edition.
Glengarry School Days
The 15 sketches that make up Glengarry School Days look back affectionately on childhood in Ontario at the time of Confederation. Yet behind Connor’s delightful account of boyhood enthusiasms and his clear desire for a more orderly and courageous world lie glimpses of the moral rigidity that also characterized homesteading life in early Canada. Wildly popular when first published in 1902, Glengarry School Days still captivates readers with its detailed portrait of children and their misadventures. From the Paperback edition.
The Doctor
There were two ways by which one could get to the Old Stone Mill. One, from the sideroad by a lane which, edged with grassy, flower decked banks, wound between snake fences, along which straggled irregular clumps of hazel and blue beech, dogwood and thorn bushes, and beyond which stretched on one side fields of grain just heading out this bright June morning, and on the other side a long strip of hay fields of mixed timothy and red clover, generous of colour and perfume, which ran along the snake fence till it came to a potato patch which, in turn, led to an orchard where the lane began to drop down to the Mill valley. At the crest of the hill travellers with even the merest embryonic aesthetic taste were forced to pause. For there the valley with its sweet loveliness lay in full view before them. Far away to the right, out of an angle in the woods, ran the Mill Creek to fill the pond which brimmed gleaming to the green bank of the dam. Beyond the pond a sloping grassy sward showed green under an open beech and maple woods. On the hither side of the pond an orchard ran down hill to the water’s edge, and at the nearer corner of the dam, among a clump of ancient willows, stood the Old Stone Mill, with house attached, and across the mill yard the shed and barn, all neat as a tidy housewife’s kitchen.