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Och , och , lad , things will be going wrong with Grandaddy now ! '' The great day , the 12th of July , dawned radiant in sunshine like any other Canadian summer day . Mr. Nash had made tremendous preparations for his guests . He had his family up long before dawn and by dint of much fluency of language , for which he was famous , managed by eleven o'clock to have the banquet in readiness . Tables were set in the dining-room and barroom , which two chambers constituted the ground floor of the hotel proper . The lean-to kitchen at the back was steaming with all the good things Mrs. Nash and her daughters and the assisting neighbours had prepared ; and by half-past eleven the host , in a clean shirt and his Sunday trousers , stood on the front step ready to receive with due ceremony the expected company . Store Thompson 's place across the way was surrounded by a crowd of eager spectators , for such a spectacle as a procession had not been witnessed in the Glen within the memory of the earliest settler .