Roy Norton

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Roy Norton The Shaman — Chapter 19 (1922)

He uttered short commands, and his men sprang to the sleds and began crossing the narrow strip of beach to the waiting boat. Each, although carrying burdens of small compass, trudged heavily with heels biting deeply into the sand.
“What—what's this? What are those men carrying?” the captain shouted.
“They carry gold,” Peluk answered as imperturbably as if giving the news that their burdens were merely sand. Not only the master of the schooner and his men, but Malitka, Jack, and I were astounded.
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Roy Norton The Shaman — Chapter 19 (1922)

It is inevitable that nothing other than the unknown can bring visions or sway our hopes.
“Grayhead, thou dost dream! I brought thee here to talk,” said the shaman in Russian.
I can't tell now why I turned to him and gave way to impulse. But I'm candid enough to confess what I said.
“Peluk, why be such a fool? Why stay here in this land? Why not come with us? Why not with me? I've lost my partner. I shall be alone. Think of the places neither of us have ever been—places we could seek—adventures big enough to satisfy!”
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Roy Norton The Shaman — Chapter 19 (1922)

The quiet native village awoke as if from an annual sleep when the master's boat came ashore, and the first white man we had seen for many months rolled upward from the beach and entered the trader's doors. A whaleboat landed with its huge pile of stores, its rowers cursing the surf that compelled them to come in stern first. Natives swarmed to the long, inhospitable beach to seize and carry to the trading post the precious bales, boxes, and bundles. The trader, in a frenzy of excitement and importance, waddled to Peluk, and said, “This is the end of her voyage this way.
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