The Honor of the Big Snows | James Oliver Curwood | Literature | Literature | eBooks
The Honor of the Big Snows
by James Oliver Curwood
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The Honor of the Big Snows Summary:
| Out of the night came Jan and into the lives of all those at the company post in the Canadian Northland. The mystery of Jan unravels as he faces life at the remote outpost, a smallpox outbreak at the camp, and his own hidden past. Having spent years in the Canadian wilderness in the early 1900's, James Oliver Curwood authentically embodies the wild ruggedness of the land and the people in his timeless stories and characters. "The Honor of The Big Snows" exemplifies the honor of real people in that time and place. It is truly an inspiration! |
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| The words came in a gentle whisper from the woman's lips. One white, thin hand lifted itself weakly to the rough face of the man who was kneeling beside her bed, and the great dark eyes from which he had hidden his own grew luminously bright for a moment, as she whispered again: |
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The words came in a gentle whisper from the woman's lips. One white, thin hand lifted itself weakly to the rough face of the man who was kneeling beside her bed, and the great dark eyes from which he had hidden his own grew luminously bright for a moment, as she whispered again:...
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| Listen, John - I hear music - The words came in a gentle whisper from the woman's lips. One white, thin hand lifted itself weakly to the rough face of the man who was kneeling beside her bed, and the great dark eyes from which he had hidden his own grew luminously bright for a moment, as she whispered again: "John - I hear - music -" A sigh fluttered from her lips. The man's head drooped until it rested very near to her bosom. He felt the quiver of her hand against his cheek, and in its touch there was something which told John Cummins that the end of all life had come for him and for her. His heart beat fiercely, and his great shoulders shook with the agony that was eating at his soul. |
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