Roy Norton

Name: The Golden Mocassins — Chapter 12
Author: Roy Norton

The Golden Mocassins — Chapter 12 (1911)

Summary

“The Golden Mocassins — Chapter 12”, published in 1911, is a work by Roy Norton. It explores elements such as trail, Sparhawk and Kentuck.

Quotes from The Golden Mocassins — Chapter 12 (Roy Norton)

Roy Norton, The Golden Mocassins — Chapter 12 (1911)

“ Then I aroused Sparhawk and poured the steaming broth down his throat as I lifted him up with a hand behind his shoulders. I gave him all I dared, then laid him back on the blankets, and he again went to sleep. I went outside, and carried in our supplies, dropping to my knees inside the tent, and hungry, and wondering. The dogs, too tired to utter further protest, and too happy to find such an abundant meal, were smelling around the snow for last fragments of frozen fish. Kentucky came in with the blankets, and whispered, as if fearing to arouse the sleeper; “What's he got to say?” ”

[↩︎]

Source: Wikisource

Roy Norton, The Golden Mocassins — Chapter 12 (1911)

“ In civilization a man may live forever under a mask, but the trail strips it from him as if it were gauze, and he is himself, and those with him know that he is naked in soul and disposition.
That eminent sage of the frontier, long since dead, discoverer of Eldorado Creek, in Klondike, Elihu Whipple, was wont to say: “You kin tell what a man is when you've eat a sack of flour with him; but with some men it only takes a half a sack.” And the diminishing sack with Kentucky Smith each day proved him more of a man than I had thought. ”

[↩︎]

Source: Wikisource

Roy Norton, The Golden Mocassins — Chapter 12 (1911)

“ Each dog out of the harness meant, notwithstanding the constantly diminishing load, more wearisome labor.
We traveled longer hours, and slept less to offset that loss, still confident that sooner or later the long trail must end, and thanked Heaven that the cold was so intense, and the winter so still; that the trails ahead, constantly leading us farther into the solitudes, were not blinded. ”

[↩︎]

Source: Wikisource

Roy Norton, The Golden Mocassins — Chapter 12 (1911)

“ I shook my head, and threw the bacon in the pan, and stirred the flapjack batter, preparatory to making our bread supply. Kentuck sat there, staring at the recumbent Sparhawk for a time, then went out and filled the pan with snow, and put it where it could melt. I heard him pass outside, and go from dog to dog with a friendly word, as if they were still nervous, then wash his hands in snow torn from the bank around the foot of the tent. ”

[↩︎]

Source: Wikisource

Roy Norton, The Golden Mocassins — Chapter 12 (1911)

“ Kicks a few, and—the Hatchet never comes back.”
I began to think that possibly Kentuck's surmise might be right; but on the trail one has time for many speculations and many thoughts. That is, I had as many as Kentucky would allow me, for of all the trail mates I had ever had, he was the most cheerful and unfailing. Those who know will bear me out when I say that an Alaskan trail is the place to learn men. There the soul is bared. ”

[↩︎]

Source: Wikisource

Roy Norton, The Golden Mocassins — Chapter 12 (1911)

“ I looked back at Kentuck, and we walked forward together, leaving the dogs huddled on the trail, with the nose of the sled wedged against the base of a tree, so they could not overturn it or escape.
Again we called at the outside of the tent, but without eliciting response or cessation of the song. We opened the tent fly, which had been loosely lashed, and looked inside. Resting on his back beneath his blankets, and with his hands under his head, was a white man. ”

[↩︎]

Source: Wikisource

Roy Norton, The Golden Mocassins — Chapter 12 (1911)

“ Some days we thought we must have gained, then would come others when we were discouraged and surmised that we were losing in this tireless race. And always, ahead of us, were two trails. Added to this was another fear, that our food would give out. ”

[↩︎]

Source: Wikisource

Roy Norton, The Golden Mocassins — Chapter 12 (1911)

“ I said. “Because, if it's a hunting party, it's good for us—unless they are starving—our grub is running low. It can't be the Sioux, because he wouldn't sing. If it is Constantine, he would let us travel with him. We've nothing to lose, and everything to gain. Besides, it's about time to camp.”
“Bully for you,” answered Kentucky, with his usual cheerfulness. “Hey, get up there till we get this harness straightened out!” he addressed the dogs, as he stirred them from their rest.
They started forward again eagerly, with their noses in the air, and barking, as if smelling the smoke of a camp ”

Roy Norton

Summary

Quotes from The Golden Mocassins — Chapter 12 (Roy Norton)

Common terms

Similar works

Get perspective with Kwize: daily news enlightened by great literature