Works
- The Commercial Empire of the St. Lawrence, 1760-1850, 1937.
- Dominion of the North: A History of Canada, 1944.
- John A. Macdonald, 2 volumes, 1952-1955.
- Harold Adams Inis: Portrait of a Scholar, 1957.
- The Road to Confederation: The Emergence of Canada, 1863-1867, 1964.
- "Myth of Biculturalism or the Great French Canadian Sales Campaign" pages 35–40 from Saturday Night, September 1966.
- Confederation : Essays, 1967
- Canada's First Century, 1867-1967, 1970.
- The Story of Canada, 1971.
- Towards the Discovery of Canada: Selected Essays, 1972.
- Canada, the Heroic Beginnings, 1974
- The Forked Road: Canada, 1939-57, 1976.
- The Passionate Observer: Selected Writings, 1980.
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