Roy Norton

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Roy Norton,  The Shaman — Chapter 11 (1922)

“ At a shout of warning from Peluk both Jack and I sprang to his assistance and, digging our heels into the snow, held the sled back with all our strength. Even then we tobogganed down a mere mountain shelf winding along the edge of a sheer precipice, to fall over which would have meant death hundreds of feet below. We swung around spurs of rock that, needle like, reared themselves upward above the perilous trail, and had no time for anything but our task, seeing nothing of the beauties of that enormous mountain cup beneath. ”
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Roy Norton,  The Shaman — Chapter 11 (1922)

“ The great dog team, rested, stretched itself out, its leader straining wearily into the collar and bringing taut the sled rope like a rigid line extending between each pair of dogs. The sled started again, and we were once more on our way—but upon a trail that I knew. I wished that I could find some pretext to talk to Jack, but the situation was too dangerous to dare such risk. Once he called to me, “I say, Jim! Where's this thing going to end? I'm about all in. Can't you get the old sport to tell you?”
“Quiet, you!” roared the shaman with an anger that I feared was not entirely assumed.
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Roy Norton,  The Shaman — Chapter 11 (1922)

“ I seized the opportunity to whisper rapidly to Jack.
“Whatever you do, don't ask any questions or talk in front of him about any thing connected with this or Madame Malitka's camp. I can explain most of it when we are alone; but to talk now is dangerous! Mighty dangerous—as you will know when I find a chance to tell you everything. Take everything good-humoredly and try to make friends with the shaman. He is our sole hope!”
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