E-text prepared by Suzanne Shell, Charlie Kirschner,
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| I. | The Girl of the Snows |
| II. | Lips That Speak Not |
| III. | The Mysterious Attack |
| IV. | The Warning |
| V. | Howland's Midnight Visitor |
| VI. | The Love of a Man |
| VII. | The Blowing of the Coyote |
| VIII. | The Hour of Death |
| IX. | The Tryst |
| X. | A Race Into the North |
| XI. | The House of the Red Death |
| XII. | The Fight |
| XIII. | The Pursuit |
| XIV. | The Gleam of the Light |
| XV. | In the Bedroom Chamber |
| XVI. | Jean's Story |
| XVII. | Meleese |
For perhaps the first time in his life Howland felt the spirit ofromance, of adventure, of sympathy for the picturesque and the unknownsurging through his veins. A billion stars glowed like yellow,passionless eyes in the polar cold of the skies. Behind him, white inits sinuous twisting through the snow-smothered wilderness, lay the icySaskatchewan, with a few scattered lights visible where Prince Albert,the last outpost of civilization, came down to the river half amile away.
But it was into the North that Howland looked. From the top of the greatridge which he had climbed he gazed steadily into the white gloom whichreached for a thousand miles from where he stood to the Arctic Sea.Faintly in the grim silence of the winter night there came to his earsthe soft hissing sound of the aurora borealis as it played in itsage-old song over the dome of the earth, and as he watched the coldflashes shooting like pale arrows through the distant sky and listenedto its whispering music