Their vision was rested by no spot of color save themselves, apparently swimming through an endless, formless atmosphere of gray. There was no reality in earth, air, or sky. The travellers had been plodding sullenly, hour after hour, dispirited by the weight of the storm, which bore them down like some impalpable, resistless burden. ![]() A gray smother sifted down sluggishly, shutting out hill and horizon, blending sky and landscape into a blurred monotone, playing strange pranks with the eye that grew tired trying to pierce it. It had been snowing since dawn, and the dim sled-tracks were hidden beneath a six-inch fluff which rendered progress difficult and called the whip into cruel service. No one knows their number, not even the priest who gathers toll from them.Įarly one December afternoon there entered upon this trail from the timberless hills far away to the northward a weary team of six dogs, driven by two men. There are the natives, of course, but they do not count, concealed as they are in burrows. At first glance these canneries might convey the impression of a considerable city, for there are ten plants, in all, scattered along several miles of the river-bank but in winter they stand empty and still, their great roofs drummed upon by the fierce Arctic storms, their high stacks pointing skyward like long, frozen fingers black with frost. Kalvik, to be sure, is not much of a place, being hidden away from the main-travelled routes to the interior and wholly unknown except to those interested in the fisheries.Ī Greek church, a Russian school with a cassocked priest presiding, and, about a hundred houses, beside the cannery buildings, make up the village. It boasts no travel in summer, but by winter an occasional toil-worn traveller may be seen issuing forth from the Great Country beyond, bound for the open water while once in thirty days the mail-team whirls out of the forest to the south, pauses one night to leave word of the world, and then is swallowed up in the silent hills. The trail to Kalvik leads down from the northward mountains over the tundra which flanks the tide flats, then creeps out upon the salt ice of the river and across to the village. Wherein A Spiritless Man And A Rogue Appear The big fisherman went through the ranks of the enemy like a tornadoĬherry would have passed on silently, but Miss Wayland checked her Chapter 1 “What right have you to say such things to me?” she cried Mildred ceased playing and swung about-“What do you mean?” Out across the lonesome waste they journeyed ![]() They went off at a mad run, swooping down the steep bank The girl stood bareheaded under the wintry sky Wherein “The Grande Dame” Arrives, Laden With DisappointmentsĬhapter 27. Wherein “Fingerless” Fraser ReturnsĬhapter 24. In Which A Mutiny Is ThreatenedĬhapter 20. Willis Marsh Comes Out From CoverĬhapter 19. The Doors Of The Vault Swing ShutĬhapter 16. In Which They Recognize The EnemyĬhapter 15. In Which Cherry Malotte Becomes SuspiciousĬhapter 14. In Which Miss Wayland Is Of Two MindsĬhapter 13. Wherein Boyd Emerson Is Twice AmazedĬhapter 12. In Which Big George Meets His EnemyĬhapter 11. And Is Granted A Year Of GraceĬhapter 10. Wherein Boyd Admits His FailureĬhapter 9. In Which She Gives Heart To A Hopeless ManĬhapter 8. In Which Cherry Malotte Displays A TemperĬhapter 4. In Which They Break Bread With A Lonely WomanĬhapter 3. ![]() Wherein A Spiritless Man And A Rogue AppearĬhapter 2. GO TO Project Gutenberg Australia HOME PAGEĬhapter 1. Of the Project Gutenberg Australia Licence which may be viewed online. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms This eBook is made available at no cost and with almost no restrictions Be sure to check theĬopyright laws for your country before downloading or redistributing this We do NOT keep any eBooks in compliance with a particularĬopyright laws are changing all over the world. Which are in the public domain in Australia, unless a copyright notice Project Gutenberg of Australia eBooks are created from printed editions * A Project Gutenberg of Australia eBook * BROWSE the site for other works by this author
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