Roy Norton, The Shaman — Chapter 5 (1922)
“ In all that day I had seen in the village no sign of anything unusual—not a strange dog, a strange sled, or a strange man. But now laboring through the moonlight I saw the teams straining into harness, pulling heavy loads, while in front of each walked a man, and behind each another clung to and steadied the sled handles. Again they passed, ghostly, slowly, until the blackness of the trees outlined against the snow-clad clearing swallowed them from sight. They were off into the unknown trail that I had traced for so many miles. ”
