With the silence and immobility of a great reddish-tinted, rock, Thor stood for many minutes looking out over his domain. He could not see far, for, like all grizzlies, his eyes were small and far apart, and his vision was bad. At a distance of a third or a half a mile he could make out a goat or a mountain sheep, but beyond that his world was a vast sun-filled or night-darkened mystery through which he ranged mostly by the guidance of sound and smell. It was the sense of smell that held him still and motionless now. Up out of the valley a scent had come to his nostrils that he...
With the silence and immobility of a great reddish-tinted, rock, Thor stood for many minutes looking out over his domain. He could not see far, for, l...
Listen, John - I hear music - The words came in a gentle whisper from the woman's lips. One white, thin hand lifted itself weakly to the rough face of the man who was kneeling beside her bed, and the great dark eyes from which he had hidden his own grew luminously bright for a moment, as she whispered again: "John - I hear - music -" A sigh fluttered from her lips. The man's head drooped until it rested very near to her bosom. He felt the quiver of her hand against his cheek, and in its touch there was something which told John Cummins that the end of all life had come for him and for her....
Listen, John - I hear music - The words came in a gentle whisper from the woman's lips. One white, thin hand lifted itself weakly to the rough face of...
It was all new - most of it singularly dramatic and even appalling to the woman who sat with the pearl-gray veil drawn closely about her face. For eighteen hours she had been a keenly attentive, wide-eyed, and partly frightened bit of humanity in this onrush of "the horde." She had heard a voice behind her speak of it as "the horde" - a deep, thick, gruff voice which she knew without looking had filtered its way through a beard. She agreed with the voice. It was the Horde - that horde which has always beaten the trails ahead for civilization and made of its own flesh and blood the foundation...
It was all new - most of it singularly dramatic and even appalling to the woman who sat with the pearl-gray veil drawn closely about her face. For eig...
Between Conniston, of His Majestys Royal Northwest Mounted Police, and Keith, the outlaw, there was a striking physical and facial resemblance. Both had observed it, of course. It gave them a sort of confidence in each other. Between them it hovered in a subtle and unanalyzed presence that was constantly suggesting to Conniston a line of action that would have made him a traitor to his oath of duty. For nearly a month he had crushed down the whispered temptings of this thing between them. He represented the law. He was the law. For twenty-seven months he had followed Keith, and always there...
Between Conniston, of His Majestys Royal Northwest Mounted Police, and Keith, the outlaw, there was a striking physical and facial resemblance. Both h...
Before the railroads thin lines of steel bit their way up through the wilderness, Athabasca Landing was the picturesque threshold over which one must step who would enter into the mystery and adventure of the great white North. It is still Iskwatam - the "door" which opens to the lower reaches of the Athabasca, the Slave, and the Mackenzie. It is somewhat difficult to find on the map, yet it is there, because its history is written in more than a hundred and forty years of romance and tragedy and adventure in the lives of men, and is not easily forgotten. Over the old trail it was about a...
Before the railroads thin lines of steel bit their way up through the wilderness, Athabasca Landing was the picturesque threshold over which one must ...
Cold winter lay deep in the Canadian wilderness. Over it the moon was rising, like a red pulsating ball, lighting up the vast white silence of the night in a shimmering glow. Not a sound broke the stillness of the desolation. It was too late for the life of day, too early for the nocturnal roamings and voices of the creatures of the night. Like the basin of a great amphitheater the frozen lake lay revealed in the light of the moon and a billion stars. Beyond it rose the spruce forest, black and forbidding. Along its nearer edges stood hushed walls of tamarack, bowed in the smothering clutch...
Cold winter lay deep in the Canadian wilderness. Over it the moon was rising, like a red pulsating ball, lighting up the vast white silence of the nig...
He's an orphan at the start of a journey . . . a journey to survive.
Thor, a mighty grizzly, and Muskwa, a motherless bear cub, become companions in the Canadian wilderness, going from one adventure to another, picking berries, fishing in rivers, encountering other animals of the forest all while two bear trappers are drawing nearer and nearer. . . ."
The Bear
He's an orphan at the start of a journey . . . a journey to survive.
Thor, a mighty grizzly, and Muskwa, a motherless bear cub, beco...
The thrilling adventure of a half-tame, half-wild wolf pup, born of a dog father and blind wolf mother, who must survive alone in the Canadian wilderness.
The thrilling adventure of a half-tame, half-wild wolf pup, born of a dog father and blind wolf mother, who must survive alone in the Canadian wild...
Kazan, three-quarters dog and one-quarter wolf, searches for companionship while struggling to survive the harsh Canadian wilderness. He suffers every threat imaginable, from man and beast alike. Finally, with his courageous mate, Gray Wolf, he befriends humans and travels with them in an adventures trek through the frozen Northern wilds.