Author : James B. (James Beardsley) Hendryx
Publisher : Emereo Publishing
ISBN 13 : 9781486448517
Total Pages : 82 pages
Book Rating : 4.4/5 (485 download)
Book Synopsis Connie Morgan in Alaska - The Original Classic Edition by : James B. (James Beardsley) Hendryx
Download or read book Connie Morgan in Alaska - The Original Classic Edition written by James B. (James Beardsley) Hendryx and published by Emereo Publishing. This book was released on 2013-03-18 with total page 82 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Finally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition of Connie Morgan in Alaska. It was previously published by other bona fide publishers, and is now, after many years, back in print. This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work by James B. (James Beardsley) Hendryx, which is now, at last, again available to you. Get the PDF and EPUB NOW as well. Included in your purchase you have Connie Morgan in Alaska in EPUB AND PDF format to read on any tablet, eReader, desktop, laptop or smartphone simultaneous - Get it NOW. Enjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside Connie Morgan in Alaska: Look inside the book: And to this day it is told on the trails how he followed 'British Kronk,' who struck it rich on the Black Horn, and abandoned his wife, leaving her starving in the cabin where she would surely have died had not Sam Morgan happened along and found her; and of how, after eight hundred miles of winter trail, he came upon him in Candle, and of the great man-fight that took place there on the hard-packed snow; of the tight clamp of the square jaw, and the terrible gleam of the grey eyes as, bare fisted, he made the huge man beg for mercy; and of how he took the man back, single-handed and without authority of law, clear to Fort Yukon, and forced him to recognize the woman and turn over to her a share of his gold. ...It is told to this day on the trails, by bearded tillicums amid roars of bull-throated laughter and deep man-growls of approval, how the race was won by a boy—a slight, wiry, fifteen-year-old chechako who, scorning the broad river trail with its hundred rushing dog teams, struck straight through the hill with a misfit three-dog outfit, and staked 'One Below Discovery' under the very noses of Big McDougall and his mail team of gaunt malamutes, and Dutch Henry with his Hudson Bays. ...There was no one to write to, for, during an epidemic of smallpox in a dirty, twenty-two calibre town of a river State, he had seen his mother and father placed in long, black, pine boxes, by men who worked swiftly and silently, and wore strange-looking white masks with sponges at the mouth, and terrible straight, black robes which smelled strongly, like the open door of a drug store, and he had seen the boxes carried out at night and placed on a flat dray which drove swiftly away in the direction of the treeless square of sand waste, within whose white-fenced enclosure a few cheap marble slabs gleamed whitely among many wooden ones.
