Roy Norton

Summary

Roy Norton Through the Snows (1920)

The deer in their winter coats sensed it and recklessly fought their way through drifts to lower levels on the inaccessible side, where the wilderness offered better food and shelter. Even the blue jays seemed to croak complaints and nature took on a chill and motionless pose as if the winds themselves were frozen and discouraged.
Old Harmless prepared to plod through the trail he had kept open to his latest drift into the hillside, where, he was confident, despite a hundred previous failures, he would strike the ledge that had thrown the placer gold that had once enriched the gulch.
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Roy Norton Through the Snows (1920)

They knew of the rugged financier's affection for the old patriarch, for Heald himself had told them, laughing at the old man's sturdy innocence, his great love for the gulch and all living things therein.
“Uncle Bill Harmon—Old Harmless, as they call him—is too fine and clean and rare to be annoyed by anything or anybody on this earth and—what's more, he shan't be, if I can help it. I can afford to protect him, and, by jingoes, I will!” Thus had Heald declared his determination when they had last seen him, as he was on his way out to the busy world from which he came.
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Roy Norton Through the Snows (1920)

Heald's an awful lot of company ter me, and minds what I tell him, too! Never catches no more trout than we kin eat, never shoots as much as a quail or a partridge in my gulch, and, by crackey, he likes my birds most as well as I do myself! And they like him. He's a powerful sight of company for me, too, because you boys is so busy, and I don't blame you for not wantin' ter walk the five mile across the Divide very often. Nope, that boy ain't hurt my gulch none at all.
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