Roy Norton

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Roy Norton,  The Shaman — Chapter 3 (1922)

“ It runs upward, downward, skirts great white swales, clings to narrow places where if a sled were to skid or sway, both sled, men, and panting dogs might fall a thousand feet. And always their eyes are on that far peak. A funnel of the world this! A place where if comes a wrathful wind it sweeps men, dogs, sleds, everything to eternity. Natives have died on that pass within a hundred yards of security. ”
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Roy Norton,  The Shaman — Chapter 3 (1922)

“ Sometimes for days and days at a time they watch the tip of one high and mighty peak off in the distance. If above it there comes a swirl of snow that makes a cloud, they will not dare. Sometimes, day after day, there comes that cloud. They loaf in their camp. Then comes a day when the sky is topaz, the air sharp and keen as a knife, the white peaks reaching up and up as if in contact with God, and—they rush to throw the packs on the sleds, to lash the trail canvas over them, to gather and harness the dogs. ”
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Roy Norton,  The Shaman — Chapter 3 (1922)

“ This partner of mine has crossed Africa, Tibet, and mapped the Cordilleras. He can use letters after his name. Under that hard old gray head of his are many memories and that which is learned by much experience. He's not old—though if you didn't know his age you might think so. His hair turned white because of the places he had fought into and out of. He knows wild lands and how to live in them. So when this Boston bunch came to an end of their trail at Katmai, they went after him to finish the job. ”
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