Roy Norton

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Roy Norton,  The Shaman — Chapter 1 (1922)

“ Alarmed, I rushed to the sled and seized a rifle, prepared to fight to the last. Suddenly a shrill whistle shrieked through the still air, and the pack was checked. Doors opened and figures appeared upon the great white snows. As if amazed by such an unprecedented sight as that of travelers, these figures were slow to move. Then, as if recovering from a spell, they rushed toward us, men, women, and children, clad in skins, or voluminous denims, and shouting guttural expostulations to their dogs. They closed down upon us where in a little black group on the snow we waited. ”
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Roy Norton,  The Shaman — Chapter 1 (1922)

“ I can picture one man whose hands were tied to the handles of a birch sled, moving, stumbling in blindness wheresoever he was dragged. I see a swerving, uncertain figure, a scarecrow, a half-dead lunatic in front, cursing through frostbitten lips the dogs, the man behind, and the cold topaz of arctic skies, and striving to lead the way.
But I can vividly recall a time when, with bent head, I saw traces in the snow—human traces—the sign of a sled pulled by dogs, the faint impact of moccasin-clad feet behind.
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Roy Norton,  The Shaman — Chapter 1 (1922)

“ Braith, my partner, was snow-blind. For five days we had traveled thus, he, poor fellow—as white a man as ever lived!—clinging to the handlebars of the sled. Our last sight of human beings had been at a little, squalid native village whose inhabitants were themselves on the verge of starvation. The younger men were all gone, in quest of game, and an old tyune made us understand that they could furnish us with neither food nor a guide; but with a “story knife” he drew on the earthen floor of the kashime a map indicating how the next village might be reached. ”
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