REJECTED! rejected! I crushed the letter spasmodically in my hand as I walked mechanically up and down the length of the dining-room, a rage of anger filling my brain and the blood thundering in my ears. "Rejected! and that not for the first time. Another year and a half's work flung away - simply flung away, and I am no nearer recognition than ever. Incredible it seems that they won't accept that." I stopped under the gasalier and glanced again through the letter I had just received. "DEAR SIR, - With reference to your last MS., we regret to say we

It was just striking three as I came up the companion-stairs on to the deck of the Cottage City, into the clear topaz light of a June morning in Alaska: light that had not failed through all the night, for in this far northern latitude the sun only just dips beneath the horizon at midnight for an hour, leaving all the earth and sky still bathed in limpid yellow light, gently paling at that mystic time and glowing to its full glory again as the sun rises above the rim. Our steamer had left the open sea and entered the Taku Inlet, and we were steaming very slowly up it, surrounded on...

REJECTED! rejected! I crushed the letter spasmodically in my hand as I walked mechanically up and down the length of the dining-room, a rage of anger filling my brain and the blood thundering in my ears. "Rejected! and that not for the first time. Another year and a half's work flung away - simply flung away, and I am no nearer recognition than ever. Incredible it seems that they won't accept that." I stopped under the gasalier and glanced again through the letter I had just received. "DEAR SIR, - With reference to your last MS., we regret to say we

Examines male and female sexuality, extending the notion of New Woman feminism, proposing a new masculinity to match it. This work sets out its transgressive interracial sexual and social relations in a highly eroticized Indian landscape and against the rigidities of Victorian imperialism.

Night had fallen over Alaska-black, uncompromising night; a veil of impenetrable darkness had dropped upon the snow wastes and the ice-fields and the fettered Yukon, sleeping under its ice-chains, and upon the cruel passes where the trails had been made by tracks of blood. Day by day, as long as the light of day-God's glorious gift to man-had lasted, these trails across the passes, between the snowy peaks, the peaks themselves, had been the theatre of hideous scenes of human cruelty, of human lust and greed, of human egoism.

It was just striking three as I came up the companion-stairs on to the deck of the Cottage City, into the clear topaz light of a June morning in Alaska: light that had not failed through all the night, for in this far northern latitude the sun only just dips beneath the horizon at midnight for an hour, leaving all the earth and sky still bathed in limpid yellow light, gently paling at that mystic time and glowing to its full glory again as the sun rises above the rim.