A story of the Gold Rush.
This novel of Alaska thrills and vibratos with the true American spirit--the spirit that has made the A. E. K. what it is. Here is Beach's Alaska at its best--the swirling human tide sweeping on through Chilikoot Pass--the epic days that were lived by the thousands at While Horse--the great human side of the gold rush. And here is 'Poleon Doret again, the singing, sunny, cleanhearted 'Poleon! You met him in "The Barrier" perhaps. Humor? Beach has not forgotten it.
less restriction which chained him in his tracks, ran through the boy. What right had any one to stop him here at the very door, when just inside great things were happening? Past that white-and-purple barrier which he could see against the sky a new land lay, a radiant land of promise, of mystery, and of fascination; Pierce vowed that he would not, could not, wait. Fortunes would reward the first arrivals; how, then, could he permit these other men to precede him? The world was a good place--it would not let a person starve.
To the young and the foot-free Adventure lurks just over the hill; Life opens from the crest of the very next divide. It matters not that we never quite come up with either, that we never quite attain the summit whence our promises are realized; the ever- present expectation, the eager straining forward, is the breath of youth. It was that breath which Phillips now felt in his nostrils. It was pungent, salty.
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