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Title: The Danger Trail

Author: James Oliver Curwood

Release Date: January 12, 2004 [eBook #10696]

Language: English

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THE DANGER TRAIL

By

JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD

1910

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I. The Girl of the Snows
CHAPTER II. Lips That Speak Not
CHAPTER III. The Mysterious Attack
CHAPTER IV. The Warning
CHAPTER V. Howland's Midnight Visitor
CHAPTER VI. The Love of a Man
CHAPTER VII. The Blowing of the Coyote
CHAPTER VIII. The Hour of Death
CHAPTER IX. The Tryst
CHAPTER X. A Race Into the North
CHAPTER XI. The House of the Red Death
CHAPTER XII. The Fight
CHAPTER XIII. The Pursuit
CHAPTER XIV. The Gleam of the Light
CHAPTER XV. In the Bedroom Chamber
CHAPTER XVI. Jean's Story
CHAPTER XVII. Meleese

THE DANGER TRAIL

CHAPTER I

THE GIRL OF THE SNOWS

For perhaps the first time in his life Howland felt the spirit of
romance, of adventure, of sympathy for the picturesque and the unknown
surging through his veins. A billion stars glowed like yellow,
passionless eyes in the polar cold of the skies. Behind him, white in
its sinuous twisting through the snow-smothered wilderness, lay the icy
Saskatchewan, with a few scattered lights visible where Prince Albert,
the last outpost of civilization, came down to the river half a
mile away.

But it was into the North that Howland looked. From the top of the great
ridge which he had climbed he gazed steadily into the white gloom which
reached for a thousand miles from where he stood to the Arctic Sea.
Faintly in the grim silence of the winter night there came to his ears
the soft hissing sound of the aurora borealis as it played in its
age-old song over the dome of the earth, and as he watched the cold
flashes shooting like pale arrows through the distant sky and listened
to its whispering music of unending loneliness and mystery, there came
on him a s