“ When you've got the breath of the forest in you, I say it is different. Time—why, I've lived fifteen years in the open with a living memory. Every night I've dreamed it over, every day I've lived it through; in every camp-fire I see a face, and every wind from the south brings a voice to me. Every stormy night a girl with eyes like Necia's calls to me, and I have to follow. Every patch of moonlight shows her smiling at me, just beyond, just in the shadow's edge. Love! Time! Why, Alluna, love is the only thing in the world that never dies, and time only makes it the more enduring. ”
Rex Beach
Biographical details
Rex Ellingwood Beach (1877–1949) was an American novelist, playwright, and Olympic water polo player whose adventure stories, shaped by his experiences in Alaska’s Klondike Gold Rush, captured the rugged spirit of the North. Influenced by Jack London, his novels—such as The Spoilers (1906) and The Silver Horde (1909)—explored themes of frontier hardship, ethical dilemmas, and environmental endurance.
Though critics found his work repetitive, his tales achieved broad popularity and inspired several film adaptations. Beach’s legacy continues through his literary achievements and the “Spoilers Run” trail in Dobbs Ferry, named in his honor.
Quotes by Rex Beach
“ XVI QUARANTINE Blake arose like a boy on Christmas morning. He thrilled to an extravagant gladness. At breakfast the truth came to him—he was young! For the first time he realized that he had let himself grow up and lose his illusions; that he had become cynical, tired, prosaic, while all the time the flame of youth was merely smouldering. Old he was, but only as a stripling soldier is aged by battle; as for the real, rare joys of living and loving, he had never felt them. Myra Nell had appealed to his affection like a dear and clever child, and helped to keep some warmth in his heart. ”
Rex Beach,
The Winds of Chance
“ As Phillips turned away big raindrops began to drum upon the near-by tent roofs, the spruce-tops overhead bent low, limbs threshed as the gusty night wind beat upon them. But he heard none of it, felt none of it, for in his ears rang the music of the spheres and on his face lingered the warmth of a woman's lips, the first love kiss that he had ever known.Tom Linton roused himself from a chilly doze to find that the rain had come at last. It was a roaring night; his tent was bellied in by the force of the wind, and the raindrops beat upon it with the force of buckshot. ”
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