James Oliver Curwood – The Alaskan

Alaskan -S teamship service, had not lost the spirit of his youth along with his years. Romance was not dead in him, and the fire which is built up of clean adventure and the association of strong men and a mighty country had not died out of his veins. He could still see the picturesque, feel the thrill of the unusual, and at times warm memories crowded upon him so closely that yesterday seemed today, and Alaska was young again, thrilling the world with her wild call to those who had courage to come and fight for her treasures, and live or die. Tonight, with the softly musical throb of his ship under his feet, and the yellow moon climbing up from behind the ramparts of the Alaskan mountains, something of loneliness seized upon him, and he said simply: That is A laska. The girl standing beside him at the rail did not turn, nor for a moment did she answer.   źródło opisu: Forgotten Books, 2008 źródło okładki: http://www.arosebooks.com/